we stood on history, barren of g-strings and little figs
obsessed with nursing our days and making flights
with our hands and never the hips
it says so much that touch was lost in the translation
of eating and walks to somewhere that smelled of tea
and longing, a slick fragrance ignored with another
handshake and an attempt at beer karaoke,
we knew without bibles we were each other’s saints
warm as a painting of madonnas and crotch halos
we only burned at the cheeks and the smiles made it okay
as dawn and coffee and the way our fingers folded into the pockets
yet if we knew that our lips could flutter like the lake birds
that fed on our crumbs of conversation and if our staring eyes
knew the juice of us would taste raw as mangos and good meat
and if your brother arm failed to reach for my sisterly neck
and our heat was not the product of puppies against winter
would then the night end with
come in
come in
Author notes
this is written for a certain virgo...lol
A contest entry
- Sharon Olds (contest) by AJ Morelli.
1500 points, ended May 7, 2007, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations, I missed this one; I loved the imagery you created here..from tea to mangos! Lovely!
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god is this full of wonderful imagery and i love direction this poem took, maybe a little too thick with metaphor at times... but it is a fine piece of writing and wonderful entry
al -
yeah i really enjoyed this!! i would really like to know what it is about ... please explain i would really love to know!!
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fandoublytastic
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Darcy.... Darcy....... sheesh girl, you just blew me outta da water here!!
now i will have to go find my scribbles and start all over again for this one..
i love the dental floss kecks and the little -- hheheh fig leaves... an evocative image and superb line...
totally marvelous
Gilly xoxoxoxooxoxo
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A damn fine piece of creativity,haven't read the inspiration but this,this is spectacular,you walk the page and impress the reader with your gait.Especially loved this phrase "we knew without bible's we were each other's saints" it encapsulates the trophy love of each other and the intensity to perfection and you slip in almost sublimily one of your trade mark hints at religion being ok as long as it fuels the soul and doesn't send the believer to damnation for what is normal,you brought a lot to the table with this poem and every morsel was enjoyed,kudos
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