Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“Only time can heal what reason cannot”— Seneca
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2012 5:04am
17th May 2012 5:04am
Juxtaposition
The difference between romance and fucking is simple.
Romance is the time I
(never)
stayed up all night,
just to watch you sleep,
propped on one elbow
etching the way your
face relaxes when you
finally let go,
onto the indelible
part of who I am.
And it makes me feel like
the first sunrise inside,
wondrous, beautiful, unique in all the world,
and absolutely smitten.
Fucking is reminding you
in the front seat of your car,
in broad daylight,
that I am a tailor-made ...
Romance is the time I
(never)
stayed up all night,
just to watch you sleep,
propped on one elbow
etching the way your
face relaxes when you
finally let go,
onto the indelible
part of who I am.
And it makes me feel like
the first sunrise inside,
wondrous, beautiful, unique in all the world,
and absolutely smitten.
Fucking is reminding you
in the front seat of your car,
in broad daylight,
that I am a tailor-made ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2012 6:17am
16th May 2012 6:17am
Supine ruminations
It was that day:
When you told me my
stomach was your safe place.
It was that day.
I looked down, sick with desire,
straining against your attention
as, with eyes closed,
you reverently
kissed the lines
on my
abdomen,
and, almost in earnest,
rubbed your cheek against the
slight dip at my naval,
your arms wrapped all the way
around my body,
my back slightly arched under
your arms.
In that one moment we were still.
It was then I knew I was really fucked.
...
When you told me my
stomach was your safe place.
It was that day.
I looked down, sick with desire,
straining against your attention
as, with eyes closed,
you reverently
kissed the lines
on my
abdomen,
and, almost in earnest,
rubbed your cheek against the
slight dip at my naval,
your arms wrapped all the way
around my body,
my back slightly arched under
your arms.
In that one moment we were still.
It was then I knew I was really fucked.
...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2012 7:02am
15th May 2012 7:02am
Ostentatiousness. (noun)
I’m lying on the couch,
fingers bored against the
pages of my inner thigh,
mind numb against endless
lengths of dead classics.
I’ll never say I love thee,
nor count the ways:
But baby,
if we did a little digital voodoo,
slammed a classic
against the hood of a car
and fucked the sentiment
from behind,
I’m sure,
quite sure,
I could be inspired enough
to count the ways
I want you.
I want you...
Raw...
like a whore on my knees
in a filthy alley,
with cheap red lipstick...
fingers bored against the
pages of my inner thigh,
mind numb against endless
lengths of dead classics.
I’ll never say I love thee,
nor count the ways:
But baby,
if we did a little digital voodoo,
slammed a classic
against the hood of a car
and fucked the sentiment
from behind,
I’m sure,
quite sure,
I could be inspired enough
to count the ways
I want you.
I want you...
Raw...
like a whore on my knees
in a filthy alley,
with cheap red lipstick...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2012 4:55am
15th May 2012 4:55am
Karmic unicorn f**king
I intended to show off,
get my prose on,
kick someone in the balls with my
erudite social commentary;
but then I remembered
I no longer think
about anything but you.
While you’ve slept
I’ve come to the stunted conclusion
that I must have fucked a unicorn in a past life
to unbalance my karma,
disperse my wa,
and pee on my parade
on this galactic a scale.
It had to have been an entire herd, really,
that my reward for
beating down one addiction
turned me into a junkie for you. ...
get my prose on,
kick someone in the balls with my
erudite social commentary;
but then I remembered
I no longer think
about anything but you.
While you’ve slept
I’ve come to the stunted conclusion
that I must have fucked a unicorn in a past life
to unbalance my karma,
disperse my wa,
and pee on my parade
on this galactic a scale.
It had to have been an entire herd, really,
that my reward for
beating down one addiction
turned me into a junkie for you. ...
#love
#lust
#addiction #passion
#addiction #passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2012 5:08am
14th May 2012 5:08am
Playground
I want to use you like a slip-n-slide in the unfenced, suburban-backyard of my mind;
open, with the eyes of the world on me
as I become a physics teacher
to demonstrate friction
and lubrication
in minute detail,
from the tips of your toes,
to the ends of your hair.
I want to be covered in fantasy
(and other... things)
slick with sweat, need, fulfillment,
and I want to do calisthenics, stretches...
push-ups along your naked...
open, with the eyes of the world on me
as I become a physics teacher
to demonstrate friction
and lubrication
in minute detail,
from the tips of your toes,
to the ends of your hair.
I want to be covered in fantasy
(and other... things)
slick with sweat, need, fulfillment,
and I want to do calisthenics, stretches...
push-ups along your naked...
#lust
#erotic
#seductive
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2012 8:51pm
13th May 2012 8:51pm
Irrelevancy
I don’t know in which part of the
“my-slim-ankles-on-your-shoulders,
your-strong-hands-under-my-ass,”
conversation to insert
the unimportant matter
that I have loved you
since before the heavens
and earth fell from each other;
and I will still
long for the taste of
myself
on your lips,
when the world is
a faded dream in the ether,
and I am but a ghost
on its surface.
“my-slim-ankles-on-your-shoulders,
your-strong-hands-under-my-ass,”
conversation to insert
the unimportant matter
that I have loved you
since before the heavens
and earth fell from each other;
and I will still
long for the taste of
myself
on your lips,
when the world is
a faded dream in the ether,
and I am but a ghost
on its surface.
#memories
#sensual
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2012 4:05am
12th May 2012 4:05am
Trite, cliché, pretentious
I do so want to compare thee to a summer’s day,
and let your temperance fall like spun sugar on my lips:
But face it, baby,
you ain’t temperate,
and
I live in the subtropics.
So fuck it.
Fuck the peppermint dreams I’d think
if it wasn’t
(if you weren’t)…
So…
Damn…
Hot… .
When I compare you to a summer’s day,
I’m thinking humid, sultry, sticky, wet,
so damn hot I have to pull apart my thighs,
as your candy kisses melt like welts against my bare shoulders.
And...
and let your temperance fall like spun sugar on my lips:
But face it, baby,
you ain’t temperate,
and
I live in the subtropics.
So fuck it.
Fuck the peppermint dreams I’d think
if it wasn’t
(if you weren’t)…
So…
Damn…
Hot… .
When I compare you to a summer’s day,
I’m thinking humid, sultry, sticky, wet,
so damn hot I have to pull apart my thighs,
as your candy kisses melt like welts against my bare shoulders.
And...
#erotic
#summer
#sensual
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