- Erotic Poetry
- It's like this
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You are air, wind, light.
Not the hallowed incense of a temple
or a scented candle burning in a Four Seasons suite
You are gulp of mountain sky
gurgling cool in the morning, heated warm at night
Not the violence of a monsoon unhinged
or the erratic upstream that sweeps away a love note
your current ruffles gently, and brings blood to my cheeks
You are not the glow of a computer screen - no,
you are the light I still see when I close my eyes
and the rays that kiss me awake at dawn
And you are sighs.
It is the sighs that get me.
I can speak only of mine
Not of exasperation or impatience
but of longing
Sighs
Like the rustle of autumn leaves
a sweatshirt falling tranquil to the floor
the wash of the ocean
Or a drawn out exhale on a windy day
that becomes, almost, a moan.
- COMMENTS
WillOtheWispover 10 years ago...of Elizabeth Browning. Someone in your life is very lucky. 5.
Aslieasover 11 years agoThis is truly erotic, and it is truly poetry. Ignore the comment about the computer screen. Some people think poetry has to be like it was before our time, before Coca-cola, subways and the Empire State Building. You wrote things that you can see and touch, and that is why this poem "touches" me.
twelveooneover 11 years agoright now it looks like an exotic hallmark card
maybe it was the glow of a computer screen
didn't vote yet, hope to come back to it
