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affairs of the sordid
she makes me write these things. when we say it, it’s dirty, then
we write it & it becomes poetry, of some undistinguished type.
she could compose it as explicitly as she speaks it, but she
won’t write the way a whore would write. I tell her to be bold
sometimes, & sometimes I give her a word, & the word is fuck.
our fantasies come upon us like surging waves from the cold sea,
but the sands catch fire & we are in the middle. it burns away our
simple clothing & we are made hard & swollen by the impact of
our nakedness.
a daring woman who dares to be taken. nude & sensual, brazen
as the earth; her photos, exiled to a restricted file. I keep them for
reasons aligned with, & at times, beyond sex.
I contemplate the men she’s been with, who had her to hold & did
not; affairs that ended after orgasm. & women that locked with me
in a carnal embrace: a flower grows & is shattered by the storm of
an implausible minute… & it’s over.
in our brittle dream, we don’t need clothes or the lingering light of
old romances, & perhaps, not poetry; only the small kitchen where
we go for coffee. after.
if this were a good world, we would live together, not here & not there,
but somewhere…
for a little while…
(Art: Andre de Dienes)
Published 7th Jan 2017
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7th Jan 2017 4:45pm
best thing I read today.
the poem is a painting over the canvass of mind.
the poem is a painting over the canvass of mind.
Anonymous
7th Jan 2017 5:10pm
I too like the way you have tapped into thoughts unspoken. Very good.
7th Jan 2017 5:16pm
a daring woman who dares to be taken. nude & sensual, brazen
as the earth; her photos, exiled to a restricted file. I keep them for
reasons aligned with, & at times, beyond sex.
this line is the most beautiful one.
Poem beyond my praises.Rise on.
as the earth; her photos, exiled to a restricted file. I keep them for
reasons aligned with, & at times, beyond sex.
this line is the most beautiful one.
Poem beyond my praises.Rise on.
7th Jan 2017 5:56pm
7th Jan 2017 6:01pm
Anonymous
7th Jan 2017 7:16pm
I can't even pick a favorite line in this one, John....nope...there are too many which bring me nods and smiles and left with just *sigh*...you will always capture me with every word...I thank you so much for that....With love, always - Kitten xoxo
7th Jan 2017 8:32pm
This has the nostalgic feel, an old-time discovery of an island of peace that many seek but very few ever find.
Beautifully done, John.
Beautifully done, John.
7th Jan 2017 8:33pm
Another work of art, John, beautiful does it no justice.
I Loved this:
'if this were a good world, we would live together, not here & not there,
but somewhere…
for a little while… '
I Loved this:
'if this were a good world, we would live together, not here & not there,
but somewhere…
for a little while… '
7th Jan 2017 9:41pm
8th Jan 2017 00:33am
John I'm in lust with your poetic ladies you have encountered or maybe just the way you paint them..
masterful ink..
love Crim
masterful ink..
love Crim
8th Jan 2017 00:38am
There's something about ' a brittle dream ' and ' coffee in a small kitchen after ' that spoke loudly, I guess it's a recognizable image of stark reality and the beauty in those kinds of moments.....
8th Jan 2017 7:47am
Feddler darling, your brain is pure
kink stains upon our skin, eyes
and senses.
A silent scream surrender'd
-Howlings
kink stains upon our skin, eyes
and senses.
A silent scream surrender'd
-Howlings
8th Jan 2017 8:02am
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