We reach beyond
the pleasure of our skin,
Stoke the eternal fire
and drown in the tears
of unborn children.
Ah yes, the loving note
can sometimes ring off key,
But it's not because
of your Rubanesque breast
just above my yearning lips,
It's not because
you hold me so tightly
inside that place where our vows
of hunger and satiation meet.
It goes beyond all that.
It reaches out to the starvation beggar
on some streetcorner
in a Parisian dawn.
The beggar with the eyes of everyman,
skeletal in spirit,
with a face longing
and desperate
and not unlike our own.
Tonight, with my mouth
wet with the taste of you,
I watch the orgasm on your face
grow old with sorrow.
I touch the softness
of your inner thigh,
so warm,
so milk-pure and giving
And I am filled up
with the mortality of us us all.
Oh woman,
Hold me with the delicacy of a flower . . .
my petals ache tonight
and I cannot feel
the sun.
In a list
A contest entry
- Pre-write Contest: Love Poetry by Nicole Hanna.
15000 points, ended January 28, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Good one
I like how you poeticly take the world on your shoulders. how you picture our joys and meager enjoyment as somehow so finite.and give a picture that speaks to me of something so much more beatiful, and sad.something somhow mor ereal and lasting,I think.Good write.Blessed are the poor in spirit , for theirs is the kingdom of heaven wisdom is truely in the house of mourning. -
This is sweet and full of longing.
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I like this a bunch.
But what do I know?
I'm just another beggar
looking for a warm place
to hide.
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Christ man, did you ever get this one!!!! "just another beggar looking for a warm place to hide" . . . That is exactly how I felt when this old scribble came forward a few years back . . .
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"my petals ache tonight
and I cannot feel
the sun."
Nicely done!
Marianne
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Nicely done...I really like the first stanza the most
great imagery and metaphors
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Though I could feel the honesty in the poem, my biggest pet peeve, above all others, in love poetry, is the comparison of a woman's sex to flowers or flower petals. Entirely too cliche for my tastes... and obvious. Just way over-done. However, I could feel this piece, which is a nice change of pace. Just.... edit it to get rid of words like "tears" and "petals" and "yearning". Ugh. lol. Seriously, I like it in a way, but it's not entirely to my tastes. Thanks for entering.
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It might be because im a virgin or because i wack to naughty pics alot...or perhaps both....but this...is how i want to feel...so bravo and pray that i dont turn out to be a 40 yr old virgin or end up with carpel tunnels syndrome...and keep up the good work...adios(and no im not hispanic.)
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this was heavy
like I could feel every drop of erogenous luster soak my nerves and weigh me down.
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This is very lovely. The connection between all people is felt when we become undifferentiated, and sex is one of the times we lose individual identity.
There is a feel of worship here, as well as recognition of mortality. I like this very much.
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very lovely. Goes beyond the intimate physical relationship and pushes into the inner mentality. Sometimes even when we have someone we can have that feeling and we just need the connection.
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So quite and lovely. It just feels peaceful and I needed that tonight.
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This is so delicately you my friend, the softer nature of love and intimacy and so beautifully said. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. C
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Thanks Cheryl . . . Good to hear from you . . . Kinda been away from AP over the last little while, busy, busy, busy . . .
Marc
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