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woman is the mirror of man
when I look at her, I want to see something of myself.
not the physical: she is beautiful & I am not.
how she reflects; how she absorbs.
if I could paint, I’d put blue where she has yellow, whirlwinds
where she has floating leaves. the sun would be close enough
to burn her field of wildflowers to a desert.
she has a poetry within her that attempts to disguise the harsh
aspect of love, applying metaphors like makeup, to make it a
lyrical geisha, & call it romance. she brings me her broken poem
& I crawl into her, to force my surreal lexicon out of her throat,
to be the male vibration of her femaleness. out of the cacophony,
we deliver a song.
my perversions ignite like solar flares when I observe her naked
displays, a seductive rush that breaks me down to a caveman.
she wouldn’t take from another man the humiliation that I put on
her. I need to punish her for loving me.
the whore that I discovered inside her had been hiding there a
long time. she needed a man, drifter or soldier or poet, to gun
down the shadows in her heart & fill the craving between her
legs, & that is why a woman takes a lover.
I kiss her mouth hard, & when I’m done with it, I kiss every other
part of her. she knows my passion, how it’s born out of agony; it
lives & dies & then it rises from its own grave, & no matter how
hard she sucks, she’ll never suck that out of me.
I see deep down the gray caverns of her eyes, deeper than the belly
of a mountain or the soul of an ocean –
and I know the heartbreak inside her is me…
(Art: M. McMichaels)
Published 10th Nov 2016
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10th Nov 2016 9:36pm
Woman can be a devious creature. She may seem to reflect you, but there could be some subtle liberties taken in the image, ones that escape your attention. All part of the game.
Anonymous
- Edited 10th Nov 2016 10:02pm
10th Nov 2016 9:50pm
Well fuck me..
Sir, darling, babe
Sir, darling, babe
10th Nov 2016 10:25pm
Oh, John, poetry pours from your soul and right through your fingertips, just look at how beautiful it is.
'when I look at her, I want to see something of myself.
not the physical: she is beautiful & I am not.
how she reflects; how she absorbs.'
It is in a women to absorb the harshness of a man, that field of wildflowers ,singed and turned to sand holds the begginings of beauty beneath the soil, just waiting for a quenching rain. That is the mirror image of beauty, of woman and man....
'when I look at her, I want to see something of myself.
not the physical: she is beautiful & I am not.
how she reflects; how she absorbs.'
It is in a women to absorb the harshness of a man, that field of wildflowers ,singed and turned to sand holds the begginings of beauty beneath the soil, just waiting for a quenching rain. That is the mirror image of beauty, of woman and man....
I got a little chill reading this, especially the fourth paragraph.... This is a gutsy, primal, and enlightening well written poem....
Anonymous
11th Nov 2016 2:32am
dammit John, you hit it out of the ballpark with this one!
11th Nov 2016 3:04am
I'm going to quietly climb in here. . . You remind me of how constricted the throat can be while swallowing thy own heart. It has been too long since I peeked 'round the sycamore tree. This a reflection worthy of endless praise. - the final line settles in deep. . . with warm thoughts,,,blue angel
11th Nov 2016 8:55am
Ehm... wow... damn...
I had to take a few deep breaths to be able to comment on this one!
Don't have the words to explain why this poem moved me so deeply, but these lines:
she has a poetry within her that attempts to disguise the harsh
aspect of love, applying metaphors like makeup, to make it a
lyrical geisha, & call it romance
And these:
she needed a man, drifter or soldier or poet, to gun
down the shadows in her heart & fill the craving between her legs
Oustanding ink, John!
I had to take a few deep breaths to be able to comment on this one!
Don't have the words to explain why this poem moved me so deeply, but these lines:
she has a poetry within her that attempts to disguise the harsh
aspect of love, applying metaphors like makeup, to make it a
lyrical geisha, & call it romance
And these:
she needed a man, drifter or soldier or poet, to gun
down the shadows in her heart & fill the craving between her legs
Oustanding ink, John!
11th Nov 2016 4:12pm
11th Nov 2016 9:10pm
stupendous write and depth
And skill
"Metaphors like make up"
"Burn her field of wildfires to a desert"
And skill
"Metaphors like make up"
"Burn her field of wildfires to a desert"
15th Nov 2016 1:58pm
a sublime dissertation of human interaction..
brilliantly displayed..
the third and fourth stanzas where soul constricting
to say the least..
brilliantly displayed..
the third and fourth stanzas where soul constricting
to say the least..
15th Nov 2016 3:11pm
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18th Nov 2016 6:50am
Who tells you to write such things? I had to
have this here, as well. I fucking love this
piece. It goes where I go. ;)
-Howlings
have this here, as well. I fucking love this
piece. It goes where I go. ;)
-Howlings
30th Nov 2016 9:27am
