- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I have built my house of you
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Of your cock I will make a curtain rod
your straight long bones the doorposts
your teeth the stones I dig from the garden
you are pieced through and contained here
your mouth the space under my pillow
your eyes my windows
I will make of your strong feet a porch
your hands the roof, fingers laced
your breasts the bells I ring at sunset and the
names of your vertebrae my blood’s
chant, its rhythm
I will send your body down to become a reef for corals and fish
from these seraphim remains I hang suspended
you my roof, my walls,
your blood borrowed back
like sea foam in jars for the winter (surely they rushed
with their jars toward the shore when she
emerged, foam-born) this I collected, jars of your
pearl sea water, womb of Shakti, the bright flash of you
dipped from the edge of the sea, carried tenderly home
sealed in ceremony and now leaning
blue, gold-banded in careful rows
along the stone wall, deep from the sun.
I will paint everything white to make room for the ghosts
I will drape your ivory bones in jewels and crowns,
relics of the saints
- COMMENTS
Angelineover 16 years agoNeeds a little editing to cut out some excess verbiage, but what doesn't? It has a wonderful flow--lyrical, musical. Thanks for a great read!
champagne1982over 16 years agoI agree that you aren't truly settled into your poem. At first I felt you were merely decorating your house. Then you finally got to the foundation. Maybe reverse the order of your first strophe and build from the feet up. Your second strophe is a totally different poem, and much lovelier in imagery. Keep the paint and maybe restructure your house a little more. Thanks for sharing.
Tathagataover 16 years ago"I will paint everything white to make room for the ghosts"
I friggin love that
normal jeanover 16 years agothis one is all over the place. Why no punctuation? I get the distinct feeling this was written in a hurry with no thought to meter, content or line breaks.
