Intoxicated Poem by John Kipling Lewis
Intoxicated
intoxicated by your memory
my vision blurs
my breathing is quickened
my stomach floats and
my hands tremble
as images of you pass
my minds eye.
when I imagine a touch
I know the real thing would kill me.
2. Every cliche about drunkenness in one poem, with a few regular cliches to boot ('mind's eye' is a particularly bad one.) Rule of thumb: If you've heard a phrase more than twice, it is likely a cliche. Even twice is pushing it.)
Puts me to mind of someone I once passionately loved. So yes it makes me feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:55:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's good, but there is something that it needs, just not sure what it is.