Arching Over Collected Collections of Graphic Poetry |
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Author:
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ISBN: | 978-1-4826-8346-2 |
Publication Date: | Sep 2013 |
Publisher: | CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | USD $8.88 |
Book Description:
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ARCHING OVER gathers evocative, provocative poetry of hope, hunger, satisfaction. Incorporating four short "small press" collectibles, Kathleen K. shows that love+sex is timeless and recognizable. This is a bedside reader for the adult mind. Not suitable for some, appreciated by others.Kirkus Reviews (October 2013): "A sprawling collection... that intriguingly lays out a dance of seduction in all of its conceivable steps."SAMPLE 1 - from Your Name Sounds like Yes to Mebaby, there isn't...
More DescriptionARCHING OVER gathers evocative, provocative poetry of hope, hunger, satisfaction. Incorporating four short "small press" collectibles, Kathleen K. shows that love+sex is timeless and recognizable. This is a bedside reader for the adult mind. Not suitable for some, appreciated by others.Kirkus Reviews (October 2013): "A sprawling collection... that intriguingly lays out a dance of seduction in all of its conceivable steps."SAMPLE 1 - from Your Name Sounds like Yes to Mebaby, there isn't one new thing under the sunso quit promising to show methat i haven't had it all until i've had youi've had it all . . .it's just that i want it againi want your fingerprints on methey'll be like no one else'si'll lay across a bed, face downyou can begin by explainingwhat it is about my ass in tight jeansthat excites you so muchi'll work my shirt up over my headso you can see my skinmy soft white skinand then i'll raise up on my elbowsi promise not to screamwhen your hands come aroundto the front to the tits atop my heartbecause you'll be telling me everythingyou're going to do to mewhen you flip me overyou will order me to pull down my pantsand i will obey youSAMPLE 2 - from I Feel as I Am Felti don't know whether to believe you or notwhen you say you think of meyou claim it makes your cock riseas you remembermeand things we've donedo you think i'm going to hush you upwhen you tell me that even as we speakpart of you hardensas part of you softens?don't i know it?part of you lingers within me stilli may be a fool to listenbut of all the words you could pickyou seem to know which ones will ring in my earSAMPLE 3 - from MAKE ME TAKE IT LET ME HAVE ITi'm a lily in the ponda dewdrop on the pink rosei'm naked, bathing, lonely... somebody should see this* * * * *it's tender flesh at the top of the legway at the topvery top... connecting to the bottomresponsive to your proddingto your paddling, to your smooch* * * * *your knees force mine far and farther apartyou want to seei want to show youwhere you slide, that you fithow i shine* * * * *sexual trancehypnotized by the rhythmof a waggling fingerthe tick of time* * * * *passive flesh is nothingto youahh, the jiggle & the swaythe stretch & snap of movementbared or notit's the quaking that gets you* * * * *SAMPLE 4 - from The Full KathleenMidnight, we waited for midnightto unwrap ourselves.I will say only that I'm the one who owesfor he's the one who's paidand in this nightI pour out gratitude and recognitionof unspoken lore between us.It isn't a perfect act of love (no hope).Too primal, intimate - stillI weave into thiswhat I want him to knowof his strengthof his entitlementthe many times and wayshe exceeded in his missionto be my lover and make me his.With this between uswe can bear to part.It was all so true.It's our lives and we lived through ittogether.__________ Who's been fucking whom,I want to ask him.The eternal question:Who's making what effort?I should have fucked you more, I'd say,I should have been emphatic.He, he knows, had a few things to learnand now he has, thus teaching me.The main thrustof taking himis my own deep needto force myself insideand place myself withinlike he did to meover and overand underand through (to)__________To even whisper that we willsome daymake lovemakes love.I think about putting my hands in your pocketsthen forcing down your pantsbecause I couldbecause you'd let me.