- Erotic Poetry
- Xenoglossia
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When I part the curtains,
her indigo jeans still hang
on the clothesline, legs spread
as I remember her last evening.
We listened to Mozart
and drank red wine.
Later, sprawled over the bed,
I played with her, with that soft part of her
that I can't say. Can't name.
Speech is not everything.
Confined in silence, yet could I
there speak my piece in tongues.
- COMMENTS
BlissMaraalmost 2 years agoThis is absolute perfection. Subtle and evocative. Made me close my eyes and exhale. And then read it again. And again. Very, very lovely.
Anonymousabout 9 years agoThis one I'll come back to again and again. It's got under my skin. (I'm bummed though - I hit a 4 instead of a 5 as I meant to do... really sorry!)
MarkHughesalmost 11 years agoEvocative, erotic, many-layered even in its brevity, witty, wonderful.
Bill Dadaalmost 17 years agoI agree with you and anna,
'Speech is not everything.'
The ability to convey that with words is rather impressive.
annaswirlsabout 17 years ago"Speech is not everything."
what an important moment, when one realizes that not everyone should be everything, thank you for this perspective, it is one that will linger and sink in.... you, the poet for those without the words to say these things, beautiful
Maria2394about 17 years agoexcellent work and from a poet who says he doesnt convey emotion well....
loved it!!
NJ
My Erotic Trailabout 17 years ago...now there's a word ya don't use everyday (grin'n) I enjoyed your witty word play (~_~)
