- Erotic Poetry
- verities of the morning
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Click herethrobbing head.
milky fog seeping through eyelids.
sunlight hurts.
clammy skin that reeks of alcohol.
a long moment to recall where I am –
apartment of a friend.
a guy I barely know next to me,
naked, hairy, snoring, clutching
a pillow and smiling in his sleep.
chic dress wadded in the corner,
torn panties hanging on a chair,
whereabouts of shoes: unknown.
last night is a jumble of video clips -
the precise storyline escapes me
but the setting is familiar.
my friend and her lover
giggle while making breakfast -
they’re so cute they make me sick.
don’t speak to me.
no loud noises, please.
dry goo in my hair, sore pussy,
aching back. shower needed badly,
but, liking the smile on this guy’s face.
- COMMENTS
fridayamabout 13 years agomaking yourself look bad in your poems, which is actually the first step to being a good poet. Lovely detail, well told.
vrosej10about 13 years agoGood concrete detail and telling of a common situation. Lose the following passage though:
'my friend and her lover
giggle while making breakfast -
they’re so cute they make me sick.
don’t speak to me.
no loud noises, please.'
It spoils the linear nature of the poem whilst adding not much. The poem is about you and him not them.
