I watch myself
from far, high away
my insignificance diminished by the power tele-lenses I use
feeling like David watching Bat Sheba
all his tools thumbs against indexes against eyes
while mine are the 21x
Zeiss-Ikon-zero-chromatic-aberration-fully-multi-coated’s
of the mind,
both of us consociating with the Peeping Tom’s
of this world
watching flesh,
he watching woman
I watching man watching woman.
I watching I falling in love with woman.
The sinful definition in the universal Book of Synonyms
woman: female, she, lady, cummer, girl, maid, las, colleen, gal...
written by a bunch of gynandromorphic eunuchs
lost in the blinding fog of narrow scholasticism
to unsee the one missing definition
woman: fire.
Gynarchy. Reality. The path alongside the pit.
Looking for the hole in the wall to jump in
and scream ecstatic death.
Finding it.
David. Samson. Adam.
Man.
I watch I wearing woman after I am naked
and I can’t cover myself enough with it
as she invaginates me into her mouth and loins
and still my shivers threaten a solar cataclysm
until the solano pouring from her gaping lungs
invests my veins with raking barbed wire
and she impales her breast’s nipple against the barbs
blissfully exploding middle of the poppies
efflorescing upon my once desert of skin.
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This is so beautifully expressed...the imagery captured my imagination throughout. It's quite simply sublime. Bravo!
Mariana
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thank you immensely, mariana
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Thank you for sharing your poem with the contest! I enjoyed reading your poem. There is a great deal of passion and understanding in this work.
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Few poets can write about women the way you do, my friend...and my, do you wear them well. Yes, there is only one passion, the infinite passion of love'f fire. Fiery one this - me likes!
~ Nicolette
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few poets can love, adore, admire women (and one in particular ) the way i do. thank you, dear nicolette
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I definitely had to get out the fire extinguisher after those last two lines, Scribe. 
Geez, warn a girl, why don'tcha? 
Gorgeous. Intense. Suggestive. Showing AND telling. Whooo, boy, were ya. 
Good luck in Zayra's contest, my Friend. The more entries I read, the less likely I am to find the courage to enter. Wowzer. 
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the more entries i read the more i expect you to enter , scribess. your pen is missing. thank you, dear wanda
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"I watch I wearing woman after I am naked
and I can’t cover myself enough with it..." and so on....
Sweetie if you don't teach Zayra how to wear fire after this, it ain't happenin'
Extremely Sultry and WOW....have to fan myself here, this was some musing going on for sure!
Best wishes in your contest!
Sandi
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with such compliments, i wonder who needs the fan more, even just for the blush . thank you, dear sandi
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This is something different but meaningful writing my dear poet. This is a masterpiece of introspection and observation and the new way of modern narrative poetry.... I see that you know how to wear fire and to live it. I found a lot of great pieces in this poem, and all of them are making a beautiful picture because you play with words the way stained glass plays with sun light. Beautiful.
~Sonja~
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this comment plays with my eyesight the way... stained glass plays with sunlight . thank you, dear sonja
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