- Erotic Poetry
- Jading
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Is it only yesterday we were young and you
showed me your first breasts
in the fields?
We only suspected their magic then, dis-
missed them with a laugh
playing instead among the trees
where the river ran
Now those trees are pale the
river is a lake
veiled like woman’s mourning face
beneath a web of wires
electric in the night
behind the dam
Now your breasts are full and I touch them
With not so shy
fingers
They are not magic anymore those breasts nor
my fingers nor
the river
--30— Montreal July 7, 1968
- COMMENTS
YDDalmost 20 years agoA fairly new voice to Literotica,
submitting poems from the past,
this poet displays a well developed sense of style,
fresh imagery,
and command of the language.
If you feel your emotions stirred,
at least a little,
by this poem of newness becoming familiar
in the metaphor of woman/landscape,
then you should go and read his other submissions,
and keep an eye for future submissions.
A good read from a pen of interest
