Something stole in under cover of darkness,
something as soft as shadow, or suede –
and now suddenly it’s all about justifying that one thing,
about turning it over and over in the mind, repeating its name
like a lover’s, like we love it
(and we do).
I, too, walk in clothing, but am not unmarked.
Lust swims in each eye, bright as a goldfish;
its gilded lips open and close.
Author notes
Written March 11th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Inspired by Anne Sexton by Daniela Violin.
400 points, ended March 14, 2005, 2 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Esther, you are easily one of the finest poets on this site. Your poetry always reaches into the secret recesses of me....shines a light in the nooks and crannies. And, often, I am pleased to discover treasure there. And, sometimes, there are monsters cowering in those shadows. But, it is always best to know what those cubby-holes shelter...whether diamonds or demons. This time, there were a few of both, I think. Wonderfully done poetry, in my opinion. Exquisite, as ever.
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Wow. I have never read Anne Sexton, but I have heard much about her. If yours is as good as hers, I shall have to read more! Great write and good luck in the contest!
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damn. those last two lines ....i have said them out loud a few times now.. they are lusty and delicious.
thanks so much for your recent comment and reads.
good luck here haven't read any of the others but this inspires me too. poor anne ..
xx lisa
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Those last two lines are wonderful (the rest is fine, too). I was able to see this disturbing image in my head. And that's really like Anne Sexton, the way she would probe and probe till you felt a shudder coming on. Gorgeous.
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fantastic work. Just simply wonderful and I loved each line!
wow.
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