- Erotic Poetry
- Normandy
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Click hereI dream of this as we hand-fuck each other on the train,
Looking out of the window, lust heightened
By the fear of getting caught,
I take you,
Hair gripped,
Legs spread,
Back arched.
Hands forcibly plastered against
The remnants of stone Roman aqueducts.
Joyfully unprotected and fecund,
Our vaginal juices mix,
Fertilizing the fields as
We pay homage
With breasts and bellies,
Buttocks, thighs and cunts
To the myriads who have come before.
In this warplace,
Desire invades me.
With eye-holds and
Finger steps,
Feet flexings and
And cleft kisses,
We follow Centurions
And blue painted Guals,
SS Officers and U.S. Marines,
Grrl Joan, conscripted farmhands,
Dukes and virgin peasant girls,
The last surviving despite
Rights of First Night.
In this farmplace,
Desire expands me.
In Celtic times
Fucking consecrated.
We rutt in the earth,
Joining milkmaids and farmwives,
Burying our desire in black soil
With tearing hands,
Pulling them out full of
Carrots, cabbages and herbs.
Our appendages entwine,
Disentangle, entwine again,
Becoming branch ends and rootlegs
We plant ourselves
In the field,
Bearing Eve-fruit,
Fermenting Calvados.
I dreamt of this as we hand-fucked each other on the train,
Looking out of the window, lust heightened
By the fear of getting caught.
© September 2006, SMN
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years ago...But I don't think the Marines landed at Normandy. I know the US Army Rangers were there and the 82nd and 101st Airborne, but if I recall correctly, most Marine units were in the Pacific and East Asia during D-Day.
Nirvanadragonesover 17 years agoYes, the erotic element is perfectly portraid. Yet, it's what is captured with the sensual that I sit with.
Intense emotion in your work, as always.
I love this poem.
WickedEveover 17 years agoGood poem. Very nice how you end the poem by repeating the first strophe. The poem was certainly original and interesting.
KOLKOREover 17 years agoIf dreams had the fertilizing capacity of agricultural machines - the beaches of northern France would be filled by now with extra produce of all thing growing and fertile, WOW! Talk about the female answer to the male “marking of the territory”. But there is more of course. It’s a solidarity fuck with all the sisters of the land. The ladies must have thoroughly read their “Frommer’s France” or such, but I could get the gist (and even be turned on), aided by their passion, with no refresher course. My only remaining question: will the ladies continue their tour in Europe? Please tell!
