- Erotic Poetry
- Just
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words and invitation
arouse electric desire
in sleep
information is held quiet
you have spoiled me.
I long for you, just you
out from zipper, out for me,
a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore
taking you in my mouth
as requested, on my knees
your hands tight on hotel radiator.
you watch the parking lot through clouded glass
nothing scenic, just an industrial park
where truckers and travelers sleep and pass.
this is not a destination
nothing grows except highway rumble
and in my mouth is just you
not a poet, you
raw and real
uncomplicated by adjectives
history and metaphor
nothing to post
pretend, prepare, picture
just you
out of denim into mouth
as long as it takes
and I will take it without asking for salt,
fantasy or friendship
come loud and
hard in my mouth
truckers and travelers might hear,
but that is to be expected
it is every day
not poetry just sex
pounded hard and loud against glass
clouds and drops
fist and knuckle
originally written spring 04, edited spring 06
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- COMMENTS
cherries_on_snowalmost 18 years agoThe title emphasized, though, what I like most about the poem which is the repeated reference to dropping of pretense and other roles.
The word information in the first stanza seemed too clinical for the rest of the poem and made a little speedbump for me, making me reread the first paragraph before going on to the second and third (then going back up to double check before completing). This feels also to have an undercurrent of delusion for the narrator who is in the hotel room, but using the phrase 'every day' to describe the sex (a contrast which points to subtler undercurrents in the scene). Aligned with the hotel room is the use of the word whore, a word that usually puckers my sensibilities like unripe lemon. Unless, of course, it is used to mean an actual prostitute who chooses that name for herself. Here it didn't bother me, perhaps because of the hotel room.
Anyway, this was an engaging, rough-edged, raw poem in keeping with the theme and the title. Thank you for it, annaswirls.
Anonymousalmost 18 years agoVery, very nice. Quick and clean language to describe something that is anything but. Not quite a perfect 100, but close enough.
