- Erotic Poetry
- Burning Briefs
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Click hereI like to loiter
round the rim
of your boxers,
caresses drifting
in folds of peacock
blue.
Your poetry,
in my fingertips,
gingerly pressing,
against my palm,
seams lost
in translation.
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- COMMENTS
avasogentlyover 16 years agoI love the feel of the elastic ribbing in men's boxers -- that is, when a man is wearing them. It's like the feeling of a ribbed condom. But I digress. The imagery in your poem draws me into the scene because of the sexual tension. Your words do a striptease, and the goodies are just within reach. Love the verse!
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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Bill Dadaalmost 17 years agoA very well deserved E. And if
'Your poetry,
in my fingertips' is a bit cheesy, well then my goal as a writer is to be able to be a bit cheesy and 'get lost in the translation.'
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoI can't help myself...I have to slide my hand inside and..and .. well you know the rest... but it will be messy.
KOLKOREabout 17 years ago“Your poetry, /in my fingertips” and “seams lost/ in translation”: those lines sounded more like… “lines”; meaning, a bit cheesy and ‘done’. But who knows, maybe your meaningful other will go for it. We opted to not try it at home.
Along the lines (excuse the pun) of a previous poster, what extra/richer meaning do we gain from breaking the lines: “seams lost/ in translation”? or “gingerly pressing / against my palm”?
