We reach beyond
the pleasure of our skin,
Stoke the eternal fire
and drown in the tears
of unborn children.
Ah yes, the loving note
can sometimes ring off key,
But it's not because
of your Rubanesque breast
just above my yearning lips,
It's not because
you hold me so tightly
inside that place where our vows
of hunger and satiation meet.
It goes beyond all that.
It reaches out to the starvation beggar
on some streetcorner
in a Parisian dawn.
The beggar with the eyes of everyman,
skeletal in spirit,
with a face longing
and desperate
and not unlike our own.
Tonight, with my mouth
wet with the taste of you,
I watch the orgasm on your face
grow old with sorrow.
I touch the softness
of your inner thigh,
so warm,
so milk-pure and giving
And I am filled up
with the mortality of us us all.
Oh woman,
Hold me with the delicacy of a flower . . .
my petals ache tonight
and I cannot feel
the sun.
A contest entry
- Quirky Romance by Epilogue.
600 points, ended September 4, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Pain That Love Brings by Sesheta.
600 points, ended September 10, 2007, 64 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - What Is Passion? by 2lullabyhaven.
425 points, ended July 5, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow, thanks for this entry into my contest, Very nice
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I ave to saythis piece here just took my breath away an dcan definately see why it ran off with the gold. great job on a marvelous piece.
Tory -
This commands attention. It is very real to life and written smoothly. I was quite captivated by it. Well done
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This is a very good write but exceeded my 20 line maximum so i must disqualify but very well penned
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I have never been so utterly speechless.
This is one of the most beautiful pieces of sensual poetry that I have ever come across. The imagery! Oh!
Bookmarked. I am headed directly to read more.
jen.
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