- Erotic Poetry
- A Thought On Lust
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Even if the words
were clear, fast and divine
the city would always remain
a landscape I could draw
all over your skin
as a thought on lust.
This is a meditation
on the loss of tigers
waves, clouds and geometry
even if all the words
get back from the journey
as a thought on lust.
Try not to move
not to crawl under
the avalanche of clowns;
this is a better idea
even if words meet
as a thought on lust.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREover 17 years agoThe words are (mostly) in the implied narrator’s mind.
The situation is: lovers doing loving (maybe first 'tonguing').
The tongue is both the literal and the metaphorical tool for the language and the speech. It is also the erotic part we extend to our partner in our erotic interludes, ok – lust.
The act of loving /lusting with the tongue (I know it does not sound poetic) narrows the whole universe at that moment –through that act and onto the partner’s skin. It may also connote with the sequencing where lovers first use language, then every thing seems to narrow down (not a normative statement) to that act of lust.
Finally, clowns connote to me generally with humor, but also more literally with laughter and even feeling ticklish. Note – this is a directive to a moving and crawling partner, as she tries to stabilize her poor victim of lust…
LeBrozover 17 years agoOkay Lauren, thought I was doing pretty good there; then you slipped in all those clowns. Reading this, it's like a painting becoming more abstract the more you look at it. For me, it was all those clowns - so, what's with the clowns?
colddieselover 17 years agoNao percebo entendo. Not sure whether that is right, more accurately I am not even connecting with this poem to the point of perceiving an/any image. I hope that others will take their comments further than expressing admiration(or not) and say what their experience of this poem is to them. I find most of Lauren's work very difficult which is very frustrating because she is such an intelligent and observant person.But I have read this 5 times and ??
