- Erotic Poetry
- Caliban's Boy
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Click hereHe washed up on the shore last storm.
He was pretty.
I cut his clothes and carried him to my cave.
Naked, on the sand, he is so…
I look away.
I bring him water in a shell
put shell to briny lips
he sputters
spits
and shakes his curls
then gulps and grips my wrist.
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 10 years agothis could be the intro to a long running novel/story/epic poem, TK U MLJ LV NV
greenmountaineeralmost 10 years agoI confess I wasn't familiar with the character, Caliban, but after I read Angie's comment, I looked him up on the internet. Reading about him, it just made a good poem that much better for me.
Angelinealmost 10 years agobecause each time I read it I see something more in it. It's strongly erotic with a dreamy quality that shifts to alive and urgent as the poem ends. And it hinges on knowing who Caliban is because everything that is erotic and wild in this poem is embodied in that character from The Tempest. So it's all well integrated imho. Anyway great writing and I'll look forward to seeing more from you. Thanks for a great read.
greenmountaineeralmost 10 years agoAlthough not my cup of tea, this is well written and worthy of its erotic designation as much for what it doesn't say as does.
