- Erotic Poetry
- I am the wood
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I am the wood.
Struggling to escape the confines –
Paint, layer on layer coating me, trapping me
Chipped and scarred, beaten by the tools of man
Longing to be singed and born anew
I am the wood.
You strip me harshly.
No respite from the tools of your trade.
First you scrape me roughly.
The warmth begins to reach me.
I am the wood.
You give me no quarter.
Your sandpaper abrades me.
Smoothes me, and soothes me.
Revealing the core.
I am the wood.
I leap in your flames.
Twisting and turning as the fire licks me.
Dancing to the lash, my mind in a trance
My feet move to the primal rhythm.
My cries reach the night.
I am the girl.
- COMMENTS
jthserraalmost 20 years agowith some excellent, unique phrasing. A strong use of images throughout strengthens the poem. Very well done.
tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago...offering from a new name. Sharp language and little waste. Impressive. Hoping there's more to come from you!
sandspikealmost 20 years agoMost men are out of date and all thumbs. Find a master
cabinet maker and you'll have a fighting chance. This
is a good idea and visional you have here.
tungtied2ualmost 20 years agoand you were my lady....Now I understand where that song came from. Nice metamorphosis.
