- Non-Erotic Poetry
- still life as ink
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Come write a poem with me
embrace me with breathless
centrifugal whorls
bind me with flourish of thought.
Calligraphy me
with your little boy ways
interpreting sex with your vowels
ohhhhhh.
Scrawl me pinkish with pencil between
strawberry roan or crimsoned king
purple-caped whoosh
of Japanese silk, hand-sewn.
Sow me obsessive, vigilant verbs
plant, plunge, moan, rise
letter by letter, impressed upon lips
that beg to kiss, fuck and cry.
You are thesaurus, immigrant tongue
your nouns, my adverbs
your lashes, my toes
your vision
my tunnel, our glimmers of hope.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaover 14 years agoAs you put it yourself 'ohhhhhh'
This the first time that I've been riden hard and put wet by a poem.
UnderYourSpellabout 16 years agoOh wow reading poetry will never be the same again nor will reviews I Will be reading inuendos into everything now!
Angelineabout 16 years agoand I should, it's so beautiful. Sometimes I read you and think that with every phrase that goes somewhere unexpected and wonderful (like "strawberry roan," for example), you demonstrate what a rare, natural talent you have. :-)
