I've never been fondled quite like that.
The last carafe has been drained
like a bathtub with its plug pulled.
I knew she'd like to be tugged
by these Bolivian fingers, a viola
playing softly in the background -
it always makes her wanna burst
before it’s anybody else's turn
to exhaust liquids on these sheets.
The last time she ran naked in the streets,
the full moon came, picked up
the clothes she left behind in a pile.
I watched her take one more step away
before he grammatically bit his lip;
soft tissue exposed; her accent, ice cold.
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
No doubt who wet the bed first in this Bolivian fantasy world. Anybody lose some digits?
Artwork credit: http://jdarenas.deviantart.com/art/Man-And-The-Universe-53619943
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a fondling finger's worth of the reality under the paving stones, which is you at your best. This is the best interpretation/commentary I've read on a painting in a very long time, and as it must, it stands on its own. Hell, reading this sort of inspires me. I forgot what that was like.
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a tease..to whet the appetite...and frenzy the endorphic brain centre..classic balldinger...grammatically biting your lip..is like crossing your eyes and dotting your tease...
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"The last time she ran naked in the streets,
the full moon came, picked up
the clothes she left behind in a pile."
that one's my favorite stanza, but i do like this whole poem.
i don't know how you do this, but your adult poems are so sensually wonderful and strange at the same, you must be one kinky guy, Ed.
enjoyed...
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sensually strange - yeah - that fits me just fine. not kinky so much, but sensually strange. I once gave a stripper at a bachelor party (one of 3 i've ever attended) a five dollar bill pinched in my furrowed eye brow. I never touched her as she came to wiggle across my lap, but left her shrieking with wobbly knees the rest of the evening when she took her 5 bucks. sure, i'll drink to that...
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The draining of the carafe stood out for me and grammatically biting the lip
I also love the way you slotted in the running naked in the streets and full moon - it fits well
There is definitely something lurking beneath the surface of this poem and, I have to say, its disturbing
lol
THAT IS, OF COURSE, A GOOD THING!
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Hey diddle diddle the fingers went to fiddle and something was bound to jump over the moon. Or maybe that's where they hang clothes n sheets to dry... Ya know I think I DID step on my tongue... aks-ki-dently!!! And I am getting almost fluent in cube drool...
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