- Erotic Poetry
- take your hand
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Click hereMy Dear Husband,
I want you to take your hand, that pen-fondling number-fumbler, and touch the bruise where my neck and shoulder meet. Feel the bones you pushed beneath my skin. Forget a moment your goodness you've started sporting like a shield since that ring slid on your finger. A hand like yours could be doomed to domesticity.
Trace the beads of sweat where my hair begins, and let salt drip along your palms. Close your eyes. Think of echoed moisture and remember goodness has little place here. Slide your hand along my curves of shoulder, back, and hip and tease your hand inside me. A hand like yours belongs here, pushing in, wet to the wrist. Force me full of you. Get that shirtsleeve out of the way. I want you to hurt me. Fill me and I'll forgive you for becoming my husband, for stopping the fuck when love entered into the equation. Take your hand and change the color of my skin from ivory-- heat me to red-- spill me over to purple so I know you've been here.
I want to feel you when I walk away from you.
Love Always,
the woman you married
- COMMENTS
JamesCiriacoalmost 15 years agoWow. There isn't much more to say; I loved pretty much everything about this. The compactness and elegance of language that qualify the piece as prose poetry; the implied relationship and history between husband and wife; the character of the desire expressed. Nicely done.
