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Rust rubs
Her thigh
On the
Galvanised
Her droplets
Erode
And
Corrode
The locks
Seized
Over time
Once open
She
Caustically
Enters in
Spreading
All over your
Soul
And as
Rust
Lies back in
Your head
And closes
Her thighs
She’s feeling
Warm
But lying
On something
Hard
And cold
Rust does not
Sleep
She just gently
Closes her
Eyes
Lynn Hamilton
Sun 1st Nov 2015 21:03
Hi Stu and thanks. This really was a joint effort. I can't take all the credit. It came from that lovely warming word 'inspiration' xx
love the poem and the neil young reference. rust rubs her thighs on the galvanised. brilliant, brilliant first line.
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Sun 1st Nov 2015 22:48
Lynn, I tried leaving a comment on this earlier but was distracted away by my mother bless her and now I've forgotten what I was going to say. But I like this a lot. My mind is being dim tonight after a long car journey. Any poem that mentions thighs is good for me. But I know there is more to this than just thighs. God help me. It's a mystery.