Stoic choice
This motionless porch infuses
shades of gray and black seclusions
that offer no answers to my foraging eyes
and muddled sense of enthusiasm for relief.
Gloom surrounds me like a swollen cloud,
hindering all measures I use for distraction.
My preoccupied mind convulses in apparent abandon,
enticing my phallic puzzle to spasm and
spit forth evacuations I cannot control,
channel or repeat at will.
Undisciplined thoughts appear
from within the gloom to jerk me around,
tickling my fancy as it may, yet failing
miserably to chastise me as I would hope,
there is no relief.
Nothing placates these urges
which luxuriate in a deep sleep
like the fluid succulence that flows
from your sultry mouth each time you gasp,
or the poise of your breath as its humid bond
clings to my protracted bulge.
A passionate shaft of sunlight
radiates just moments away,
fading and dodging like a dragon fly on a whim.
It’s playful derision contracts and writhes elegantly,
lubricating this film of contempt that strokes
my ego as it loosens my loins yet again.
I remain spurned, stoic and immovable.
Such foreplay and warmth would all but
tear away any compliant mood that could ever posses me,
and I in all joy gladly invite, nay plead
for such to fondle my passions and relieve
my crusted frustrations, yet all I can do is whimper
and hold myself near as the throbbing fades.
If only a mere touch of some mislaid tenderness
were laid unqualified before me I would
break free of this darkened shade and mockery.
But alas I remain implicated to a form of pleasure
that is in this dark and distant place a confrontation,
one that curves towards a continued apathy,
a nothing, a prison I make for myself,
bound as I am by my uncontrolled need for pleasure .
From this angled crook I know there is a twist
in my pervasive phallic doldrums,
for I have chaste it and loved it more
dearly than any other will in me,
and I see now with a smile that there is life among the dread
the dark and the uneasiness of a moments creased smile
where sunbeams come alive and are willing set there path
between the gloom and the numbness to find and
tell me what I need to know and imbibe me with a perfusion
and luster, beckoning, knowing and tempting all I can feel
and if I choose I will concoct the same sense of infusion that fills
my phallic companion to gorge and throb in a rhythmic delight
that will without doubt consume these empty moments if I would,
but answer with truth that I can feel, I do want and I will have you.
A contest entry
- the language of intercourse and outercourse by Nicolette.
4500 points, ended June 1, 2008, 31 entries
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I’ve found a deep sense of melancholy in this poem. It is indeed very introspective and leans toward a dialogue with the self about sexual intercourse and intimacy – the remembrance, a longing, almost unmet needs and urges.
The use of natural elements and the way you’ve weaved it with human “conditions” was done very well. I did find the repetition of the word “phallus” a bit distractive but phrases such as “phallic puzzle” (nice alliteration there), “phallic doldrums” and “phallic companion” were quite interesting!
I agree with my co-judge that this piece was well-written but I did not find the essence of intercourse/outercourse that I was looking for in it. Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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an interesting take on the prompt, but as i peruse this piece, i feel as though perhaps you didn't have much of a grasp on the 'outercourse' part...which is the intimate sharing of mind/heart/soul between two people.
this piece reads more as "i, me, mine" which is about as far from 'sharing' as one can get. lol.
such an incredible amount of introspection...which isn't, of itself, bad...it just doesn't really lend itself to the theme of the contest.
this is well-written, to be sure, and it's obvious much time and thought has gone into it.
thanks for entering
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Thank you
Thank you for reading this and for giving your time, your opinons and perspective which I find very helpful and supportive. I certainly owe you the consideration to read your work too.
Gratefully Terry
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Excellent flow of words and ideas. It takes one through the experiance of passions well. The way the mind catches on different bits and pieces of reality all the way through a love making experience.
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This has great potential - some great ideas and imagery going on
I would reconsider using "gloom" twice in such a short space of time though
Fab poetry! Glad I found it
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rocks
love the poem dude! it like rocked!
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