- Erotic Poetry
- Marrow and Bone
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Click hereAh, but you see
There is the dark side of the moon
That’s the part never seen, you know.
We all have that face
That visage cast in shadows
Sunlight is not allowed
The room is dark
Erie reds and blues dance on the wall
Two shadows flicker dancing in sin
This is not for all
Only the demented are allowed
Crouched before me she looks up
Primal passion flicker in her gleaming eyes
My fingers reach to caress her slender face
Tracing the cheekbone, under the ear and around the base of her skull
She looks expectantly, waiting
Her eyes close as my fingers spread and collect her fire hair
I ball her hair into my fist, tight
She inhales sharply; my shadow jerks her head back
Face to the storming heavens, she bears her teeth
Our jaws meet; lips between grinding marrow and ivory
At last! Human passion has lost its hold!
Prehistory now commands me
I am lost, and she with me
Taking her lip in my teeth I pull away
Gasping prey glaring at me, begging for me
I smell her want, her need
She is open and submissive
I am an animal and I take her as such
Her back to my chest; her hair in my hands
She wants ravaging – to be used
I intend nothing less
She wants bars, whips, chains
She wants to be helpless, captive, and then to resist
I need nothing more than my body to make her mine
I need no shackles to restrain arms behind her back
I need only my hand to vice her wrists
She is defenseless and mine to command
I need no bar to spread her legs
I hook my arms under her knees and twist her
Twist her to the position I want. I need
She is pleasure surrounded by a female body
I need no clamps to cause her pain
I have my teeth to pinch her skin
I can move swiftly or linger; pull or tug
I mark where I’ve been – my territory
I need no gag to stifle her moans
I have my mouth as I press harshly against hers
I grind my lips to hers as she breathes into my lungs
Her screams and moans become my own…
The dark side of our moon has eclipsed
We are human once again
In these flickering blue and red shadows
Scratch lines, bite marks, and swollen lips
All are slowly, carefully tallied
Hard breathing, wet sheets, musky air
This is our lullaby. The lion lies with the lamb…
- COMMENTS
sassynycover 15 years agothis is good stuff. your opening stanza and your closing line are your tightest. oddly, the more detail you gave, it lessened the impact of the poem, in my opinion. i like the way you give hint to what's coming with, "this is not for all, only the demented are allowed"
"prehistory now commands me" is a nice tout to primal urge, without actually calling it that. it stands out in it's simplicity."the lion lies with the lamb" is the cherry on this sundae. thanks for the read.
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoI like the use of imagery in your poem. for my taste, you could improve the impact of the poem by letting go of some of the more declarative parts. Looking forward to your future submissions.
normal jeanalmost 16 years agoin the new poems review section of the POetry Discussion and Feedback forum. If you are so inclined, come on over and join the group. We have some really good poets in there, some sections where you can learn about poetry from limericks to sestinas, and even a bistro with live entertainment and Chef if you get hungry:)
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normal jeanalmost 16 years agoIf I were you, I would tighten it up, rearrange the lines, lose some of the capitals, and you have a misspelled word or two. Erie should be eerie, and you need an "s" on "flicker" in the third paragraph.
The poem has a tone best described as eerie. I really enjoyed it, it could be a tad bit better, but you have a wonderful start. The title is what grabbed me, and the line, "only the demented are allowed" is what kept me reading.
Hope to read more form you.
NJ
bluebellalmost 16 years agoI actually really like this piece. On first read I wasn't entirely convinced but thinking about it now I enjoy the direction you took. I think a common trap of some erotic poetry, especially regarding the more, shall we say painful preferences of sex is to delve into the devices used for that purpose. I think it was clever how you employed those devices without actually using them. There was thought here, it twisted around. Some of it is jarring, but we are being let in on a private scene. Of course a private scene can be jarring. Under the skin is still a success, in my opinion. It achieves a goal. I also kind of enjoyed how the first and last couple of stanzas almost read like song lyrics, but then the preceding verses dig into the flesh of the moment. Good work. Thank you for sharing.
