a collection of short poems [3]

Heh, heh... I'm stoked the line passed Gabriel's "I have a monster in my pocket" test. :)

Your imagination honours me, Monsieur Hulk. Merci!

excellent work love all three each one different - I love the first one the best
'fucking tears told me
she was making love'

beautiful in a twisted kinds was I love it

Thank you, Mr Macleod. I wrote the poem a while ago, I liked that line too, only decided to post the piece when I found a couple of other short erotic poems that also explored the theme of lust and love. Thanks for your comments and for the honour of having the three poems on your reading list.

Ahhh, Alexander Case, luv ~ :-*

What a fascinating trilogy of poems you present. And, how much more intriguing is your statement that these poems were written about fucking something. Such ambiguities you present and intricate conundrums. ;-*

In whore, a superficial read might have one believing your attitude here is callous and uncaring and there are certainly elements of that. Yet throughout, there's another, delicate and fragile thread: a thread interlaced throughout all three poems like gossamer.

In whore, this thread is a raw, unwilling and unwitting expletive of bittersweet poignance with the acknowledgment of what her tears mean, despite yourself; no matter what, despite circumstances, she'll always be making love to you.

That gossamer thread...

So powerful, luv. What intense erotica you write, skillfully interwoven with a density of tense emotion. Her face takes you home, is home, ahhh luv...

Gossamer strands pulled taut:

Same woman? Différent? No matter, really. Interconnected, interwoven into the weft of the whole.

Unbearable eroticism. Ineffable tenderness. Indubitable mastery.

Quite a poetry vignette here, Monsieur.

Lady Savaja, in my opinion, your comments are an ineffable gossamer thread wrapped within itself, and I'm often left speechless after receiving such praise.   Maybe I overthink things, before I even write a word. Perhaps that's why you pickup up on the interwoven threads of ideas, stories, emotions twined together in a poem. Whore is exactly what you perceived, the exact opposite to the callous tone.     And boneyards... yes, sometimes a look could turn one home.     Thank you again, Lady Savaja, for sharing such wonderful feedback.

case...these poems...the words you have woven...are ones that will stay with me...i'm not quite sure what i'm thinking about them but there are tears in my eyes and the way you distance yourself by saying "....written about fucking something...' can be taken two ways...but for me I tend to think it disguises the hurt that was felt at sometime for whatever reason....by someone....

Thanks, kate... I really don't know what to say, I feel honoured in a way that my poems had an impact on you... when I said "fucking something" perhaps my tone was a little cold.  I think my words sum up my feelings towards love and lust, and the sometimes blurred and twisted line that holds these feelings together.   I will qualify that there's no hurt in these words, kate, just poetry I found floating about in a creative mind.

Case. *happy sigh*     'Whore' is my favourite. There's something about the term that is as empowering as it is derogatory. You can take it anywhere, and this little snippet takes a dimensional thrust to a new place. I enjoyed that about it.     When reading 'prostrate' I believe the original last line was "along her neck" if it was the same as the forum post? I have to say I think that works better, but that's just personal opinion.     I like the shorter pieces sometimes. Little shards of brain.

An empowered whore... I respect whores that feel empowered.  It's an interesting word, and I deliberately wrote this poem with an open meaning for that reason, with the protagonist in the poem leaving the reader in two minds; does she truly love being a whore or does the whore want to be truly loved?

Regarding "prostrate" and the edit... I like continuity and "quivering stems" just felt more connected to the other lines.

Thanks for your great comment, feedback and stoked you like the shards of my brain.

Thank you fr sharing three stellar pieces to bring me back to active reads yet agn from self imposed blocks I do to myself as usual:)
'intense' ..is my word for your words, that which I expect n crave from any read, and that which u seem to master it effortlessly by nw, so also time n again i had read you, Case!:)
you had me fully in awe..in the short n lingering abstraction in fruition (my fav genre ever)... second one...boneyards! seems to capture unsaid voluminous elusivities in a rapturing feel of love! could feel the power built in der...
the third one is delicately fragrant, a much lively posture descript..sizzling sensual!
striking...the first piece.cud visualize a 'pain~punch' filled twisted emo drama ..how much complexities u packed in all this brevity?! amazing..
and as i say always, u always inspire dear friend!:)
power to u, keep shining more..

uma, it's always a huge honour having you share your sharp observations and kind words.  I have to admit, short poems don't normally come easy, they're not effortless, but I'm glad they appear so, I try to keep them simple and edgy. Thank you very much my friend. :)

Great words on all the poems, not one let me down!

Thank you dear, WanderingWillow, I do my best to ensure readers keep good posture at all times. ;)