Yes, I knew even then
how to wield the classic
needle and thread,
but I didn’t really think
you’d make me use it.
I make a terrible sadist,
and the quintessential
masochist,
but I think you knew that
from the taste of my kisses.
Now, when Wednesdays come
with a bruise of rain,
that suture in my chest
still throbs with rainbows
and our wet lips
under the maple tree.
Someone had knifed
a girl’s name into the bark
until it scarred over,
tougher than before.
I don’t remember her name,
but I can’t make myself forget
the way your thumb felt
on my jaw,
gentle, but oh so
callused.
Author notes
Even when they heal, they don't heal...
I welcome critical comments.
A contest entry
- Saturday Night Fun 2 by Arizona Sunset.
1025 points, ended December 9, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Speak your mind.
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this is great. love the imagery and particularly the lines
still throbs with rainbows
and our wet lips
under the maple tree.
Wonderful combination of dark and tender. makes interesting reading and leaves me with question. i like it when poems do that.
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A beautiful mix of erotica and pain here. It makes a splendid piece. I like the whole first stnza, expecily the part about not being a good sadist, but making a wonderful masochist. Wonderfully writen, I really enjoyed your work.
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Thank you!
I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm going to have to take some time to return the favor one of these days...
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beautiful and bittersweet..."the bruise of rain" and "throbs with rainbows" are exquisite pieces of imagery.
i loved the nostalgia that pervaded this piece...the gloomy, rainy afternoon feel, that always seems to make our scars seem freshly healed.
Thank you for this poem. i enjoyed reading it!
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taste of my kisses...maybe just taste of my kiss? I had you on my favorites on my old account. It's nice to run into you here again. I'm off to add ya...
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wow, this is very powerful and sad, such images. I loved the final line of the first stanza, the alliteration in the third and fourth lines of stanza two, and the final two lines. Gently spoken, hard words.
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I love the poem that you wrote here, very deep thinking and imagery I loved it. thank you for your entry into my contest ~blessings always~
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the entire piece was great but the ending really blew me away. awesome write!
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whew, this struck a chord or two.... still reeling, i think i'll try and improve on this comment later!
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very nice write
best of luck in the contest.
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