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oozes through my mind
as sweet and hot
as your come on my tongue.
you cram my keyboard,
fill my head full
until
i am blind,
deaf,
unable to think
or write.
a stark, white screen
lays before me, unseen,
cool and beckoning
like crisp, cotton sheets.
words pulse and puddle
beneath my fingertips.
i wipe them up with the delete key,
but there’s just no escaping
that darn wet spot.
i slip into my writing,
but the thought of you
throws me on my back
and fucks me
until i
can think
no more.
I love the way you take the reader to an unexpected place in this poem. I expected a writer's lament, but discovered instead an intensely erotic poem. What writer--what person--would not want to be similarly fucked into silence, with the sex rendering words impossible, needless. The stripped down phrasing--and the formatting of of the lines-- both work effectively to give us the sense of this writer finally getting the neurons of her brain back able to register something other than the addictive power and deep bliss of overwhelming sex.
I enjoy getting feedback, so thank you for your comments. If you liked this one you may like a few of the others I've written.
Thank you for taking the time to make a comment. JG
... long enough to write some more poetry! Great stuff, Jenna
concept and some interesting images.
You've got internal rhymes and repeating consonant sounds
the making of a great poem and poet
~a stark, white screen
lays before me, unseen,
cool and beckoning
like crisp, cotton sheets.
words pulse and puddle
beneath my fingertips.~
That's a great stanza
I think there's a lot of promise here
I hope to see more from you