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    From the page: "hotspot table of contents / about us / submit / archive / creative writing @ tcu Claire Parker Stripped The floor was covered Clothes, shoes Sheets Layers of personality meant to impress My makeup Your meds We lived in a room ... more

    Reviewed by FAIRYUSER Jan 31 2009, 03:35pm ( 30 reviews ) • tcu.edu

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  • Rated by kenninger on Mar 30 2009, 9:34am

    great

  • Rated by pasatter on Mar 25 2009, 9:31pm

    this is really-- stripped to its essence--what loving sex is alll about-- you make my body sing---

  • Rated by JPQuin86 on Mar 10 2009, 8:14am

    Really liked this. Could feel every emotion and story from beginning to end. Good job!!

  • Rated by algesia on Feb 15 2009, 9:05pm

    im very much impressed!

  • Rated by 1songbird on Feb 11 2009, 2:42pm

    confessional poetry is just that: confessional. it's not always about metaphors and similes and veiled intent.

  • Rated by lyonprd12 on Feb 10 2009, 4:33pm

    I love this poem.. it tells you what has happened without giving details. It describes the beauty and romance of the act.

  • Rated by Tracer-Bullet on Feb 09 2009, 11:07am

    I agree with Kaitlin. I kinda think the whole point of poetry is that the reader has to interpret what's unsaid in the poem to fully grasp it. This is just a story with a bunch of random line breaks and no punctuation.

  • Rated by Kluedan on Feb 09 2009, 10:13am

    From the page: "Claire Parker Stripped The floor was covered Clothes, shoes Sheets Layers of personality meant to impress My makeup Your meds We lived in a room With the world locked out On a bed that smelled of Trust and fear Pain and love Your chest was my pillow And my arms were your sheets Until the lights and noise faded away And we saw by the shine in our own Smiles and eyes And when I couldnâ€t Feel my heart or Find the words You made my body Sing We forced ourselves Into ourselves In hopes of finding something We didnâ€t even know weâ€d lost By the end the bed was stained With our efforts And our rewards We couldnâ€t always tell them apart We slept Slick with sweat But huddling close To keep reality From getting between our sheets"

  • Rated by Kaitlin on Feb 07 2009, 6:44pm

    Well that was subtle.