Love and poetry are symbiotic
they create an ache;
oh that I could seek reprieve
by simply letting each roll over me.
Such simple sensuality; phrases,
like strong arms, reach
to hold me and cause me
to evoke language
I do not usually use.
No simple word suffices
but formed from the rise of vowels
of sound and meter escaping
like laughing tongue.
It begins with a look,
a thought, rising like fine hair
on the nap of skin
and fingers trace the simplest treasure
found in mid-air.
No speech is necessary;
rolling in a fabric of fine silk.
No response but tips of fingers
testing a startled sheet
being tugged to expose myself
to man, to village, to city,
that will have me
one poem after another.
I rise to orgasmic angst:
Lines leap to grapple with a need
as deep and dear as a deep thrust
of sword or strong pulse
my body clenches to itself.
Flood of relief comes slowly
as I expend my total focus
to a time and space just beyond
the poem-making
and
the love-making.
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest: Seduce Me With Your Song (adult) by Night Hope.
450 points, ended March 31, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Gorgeous!!
I knew I would find you here.
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Wow
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ty pen friend.
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Stunnnning...
Brilliant, ..beyond.
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Maginificent, dear Carol, magnificent!!!! "I rise to orgasmic angst . . . " this line in itself speaks volumes, so much truth contained in these few words . . . I bow to you, your grasp on the pain of the poetic process shows so much depth and understanding .. . yes magnificent!!!!!!!
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aw, ty marc...sometimes one has a need to define that experience..and yes, to me, it is much liek that when my muse takes me by the heart and has its way with me.
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Bravo, a gracious bow to thee my lady for word well versed and a pulse increased
It begins with a look,
a thought, rising like fine hair
on the nap of skin
and fingers trace the simplest treasure
found in mid-air.
Romantic yet still sensual with building need
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thank you idle mind. wouldn't it be wonderful if we could see all acts, all rectons, we have to the world without and within like being with a lover..and sorting out which is best for us and which is not? I would think the world would be so much different if we did.
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"I rise to orgasmic angst:
Lines leap to grapple with a need
as deep and dear as a deep thrust
of sword or strong pulse
my body clenches to itself."
Whoaaa...Ladies & Gents, the bar just got elevated even higher than it already was...Carol, it's no secret how much I love you & your writing, my Sister...This is a magnificent penning, my Friend...I understand the comparisons between inspiration & lovemaking so well; they both exude sheer Grace, pure Solace, undiluted triumph that eases into fearful Mercy & tender exhaustion...Each one can cause us to feel both terror & satisfaction...They shudder under our skin as a fiery dance that only we can hear, although our lovers bring harmony & rhythm to our songs...Impeccable penning, Lady...Thank you for entering my contest, Sweetie...Good luck... Wanda
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