can my toxic god ever become
your sweet taste of swallowed water?
may the splendor of a thousand queens
come to queer you on –
calling you out into the frost-tipped lightning;
slithering into your ephemeral charm vault;
tipping you over, holding you down
until you wanna come back up again.
can you convince me that there
isn’t a swig left in a godless bottle
to toss down my electric throat?
don’t make me hesitate with you in this sweater
don’t call me down in your tryst-written letter
to swarm you without my spirit invoked.
she sunk her soft monotony into her
silver-threaded chair - laid in it
like a crome d' vant, slinky in satin,
drinking Hennessey by the tumbler,
milky with passion from a vine grown out of control...
he wanted her top-risen cream –
to spoon-feed on her sweet erotic concoction
leaving his drained container aligned
he took her bright new outline into his embrace
tossed her like autumn seed
into his broken sanctuary
where she revealed her altar to him
as he expunged his promiscuity into her...
Author notes
will you settle for my 9th best poem ever?
never again should I have to hear, "What shall I wear tonight...?"
Artwork credit: http://fiberfiend.deviantart.com/art/Weekend-Sweater-43597747
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A contest entry
- Earn your points... by crisstiena.
5000 points, ended December 26, 2008, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I took up crocheting just so I could have a sweater like this one... a few more loops and I'm off to the liquor store to fill my tumbler and prepare for the alter...
Hot stuff, hot stuff!!!
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Really great word choice in this poem --- leads to some really interesting mental images. Thanks for sharing this.
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love this sweater and these lines,
"don’t make me hesitate with you in this sweater
don’t call me down in your tryst-written letter" - this is a song waiting to be written and belted out Richard Thompson style.
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WOW....
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each line that i read is like looking
through a kaleidoscope with a cracked lens
your poetry is complex, contorted, cruel,
and beautiful all at once. This is the best damn
comment I can give to the 9th best poem you
have ever written Love, Lane
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Hah! nice viewpoint and a damn good comment - thanks! ccc&b - i like it... now back to working on the 8th best poem i've never written...
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knit one, purl one...
You sing in a breathy, wispy voice, as if it might at any moment break off into mad laughter, and as though the essence of the poem was a thread unraveling from a maidenly sweater. Are you a recluse? or no mad shade? This piece is made of steel and rock, not soft stuff; it flinchs from nothing. Reading it I know you are looking love, seduction, heaven, pain, pleasure and delight straight in the eye. I think there might have been knives, garnets, brains, and atoms — all taken from experience — among the stitches.
Wherever you may be, though, I think you leveled your gaze on this performance and are well pleased (as she will be). Good luck in the contest.
Cherry Wicked
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Hoho! Amazing! You never cease to impress me! Good descriptions...
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omg - i love this, i was floating on clouds during this one...very beautiful & sensual, okay and quite sexy, too, esp. the italicized lines...
you're very creative with words..it's always wonderful reading you
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ok, contest is over. the weight of that broke my quill.
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Hell, I didn't even know it started! i'll send ya another quill - to your Kansas address, right?
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powerful wanton imagery. um. im tearing the page out on this one..
beautiful work.
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