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danger is a French kiss
I know some things about her.
how the rain curls her hair;
how she’d walk barefoot in the grass
& it wouldn’t bother her when people stare.
men who dated her just for the action.
marriage like a train wreck.
I half-believe her when she tells me she can write a love poem
without the clichés: pornography for the un-medicated romantic.
she talks to me exactly like that, a mix of poetry & porn.
I figured she wasn’t good for anything, till she kissed me; that,
she was very good for. I’d like her to give me her tough girl back
talk so I could slap her. she tells me do it anyway, go ahead, she
can take it, but it’s not the same.
she lays in her bed, among the leopard spots & the blue cotton,
with her nightie pushed up above her tits, like a slut. like she’s
tempting me. tells me I can slip her panties off real slow, as long
as I nibble her all the way down.
when she tells me she was never beautiful for other men, & she
can only make love in a dark place, I decide there is nothing nice
about her. I learned how to give it to a woman in a whorehouse, &
they didn’t have a pretty name for it.
but I hold her hard, & she clings with her body & her heart.
maybe we were both born broken.
she never looks in the mirror –
it would require a formal introduction to her reflection…
(Art: Sanne Sannes)
Published 22nd Nov 2016
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Such exceptional poetry leaves me speachless at times, I just can't quite find adequate words to decribe it.
This:
'I half-believe her when she tells me she can write a love poem
without the clichés: pornography for the un-medicated romantic.
she talks to me exactly like that, a mix of poetry & porn.'
Was quite amazing, but to highlight all the lines that spoke to me would only mean reposting the entire poem.
The Blue Poet strikes again, you really know how to bring a tear to a girl's eye.
Beautiful work from a talented mind...
This:
'I half-believe her when she tells me she can write a love poem
without the clichés: pornography for the un-medicated romantic.
she talks to me exactly like that, a mix of poetry & porn.'
Was quite amazing, but to highlight all the lines that spoke to me would only mean reposting the entire poem.
The Blue Poet strikes again, you really know how to bring a tear to a girl's eye.
Beautiful work from a talented mind...
22nd Nov 2016 12:30pm
Last two lines bring this home
There's so much going on here
Really admire your writing
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There's so much going on here
Really admire your writing
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22nd Nov 2016 6:45pm
That final couplet sings like the ending of a sonnet, John.
There are those who are quite content being who they are, seeing the Truth might make them want to change. This lady seems exactly the type who has merely accepted her lot without further quest for change.
There are those who are quite content being who they are, seeing the Truth might make them want to change. This lady seems exactly the type who has merely accepted her lot without further quest for change.
Anonymous
23rd Nov 2016 5:36am
I echo both Poe and Ahavati...those last lines were brilliant...a lifetime of believing herself to be worth only so much...made me utter an "ohhh daaaamn, frickin amazing..." when I got through...I admire you so...With love, always - Kitten xoxo
