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The Truth
There is a part of me
who only wants
to wake up in the woods, alone
my morning practice - percolating
oil-slicked coffee
drinking from a tin cup and
blowing smoke rings from a
goddamn Lucky Strike.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to sit in a Parisian café, aloof
my observations - poetic
inspirations
scribbled on napkins
smudged with chocolate from a
decadent croissant.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to be immersed in your desire, rapt
my only ambition - sensual
tongue probing ecstasy
penetration of your
quintessence, punctuated with
multiple orgasms.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to start a revolution, incensed
my decree - crashing
corruption’s party
bitch slapping ignorance
spilling blood from the
criminals of complacency.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to be healed from all my pain, scar-less
my enlightenment - curiosity
co-mingling with irreverence
propelling me into mischief
embracing the world, as is, with
fearless love.
who only wants
to wake up in the woods, alone
my morning practice - percolating
oil-slicked coffee
drinking from a tin cup and
blowing smoke rings from a
goddamn Lucky Strike.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to sit in a Parisian café, aloof
my observations - poetic
inspirations
scribbled on napkins
smudged with chocolate from a
decadent croissant.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to be immersed in your desire, rapt
my only ambition - sensual
tongue probing ecstasy
penetration of your
quintessence, punctuated with
multiple orgasms.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to start a revolution, incensed
my decree - crashing
corruption’s party
bitch slapping ignorance
spilling blood from the
criminals of complacency.
There is a part of me
who only wants
to be healed from all my pain, scar-less
my enlightenment - curiosity
co-mingling with irreverence
propelling me into mischief
embracing the world, as is, with
fearless love.
Published 4th Nov 2017
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4th Nov 2017 7:03pm
4th Nov 2017 10:12pm
The goddamn lucky strike reminded me of my father. I never understood how he smoked them. But, he loved them.
I think you've encapsulated the multifaceted essence of a woman ( and perhaps man ) beautifully here. The only place we seem to differ ( other than the Lucky Strike ) is the Parisan Cafe; I prefer the Southern Provence, particularly St. Paul De Vence. . .where the likes of Marc Chagall and so many others were rebirthed with inspiration.
The only honest critique I could offer is an option to trim extraneous wordage as below ( although it works fine as is ).
A part of me only wants
to wake up in the woods, alone
my morning practice - percolating
oil-slicked coffee
drinking from a tin cup and
blowing smoke rings from a
goddamn Lucky Strike.
A part of me only wants
to sit in a Parisian café, aloof
my observations - poetic
inspirations
scribbled on napkins
smudged with chocolate from a
decadent croissant.
And so on. . .and so on. . .
Splendid verse. Thanks for sharing.
I think you've encapsulated the multifaceted essence of a woman ( and perhaps man ) beautifully here. The only place we seem to differ ( other than the Lucky Strike ) is the Parisan Cafe; I prefer the Southern Provence, particularly St. Paul De Vence. . .where the likes of Marc Chagall and so many others were rebirthed with inspiration.
The only honest critique I could offer is an option to trim extraneous wordage as below ( although it works fine as is ).
A part of me only wants
to wake up in the woods, alone
my morning practice - percolating
oil-slicked coffee
drinking from a tin cup and
blowing smoke rings from a
goddamn Lucky Strike.
A part of me only wants
to sit in a Parisian café, aloof
my observations - poetic
inspirations
scribbled on napkins
smudged with chocolate from a
decadent croissant.
And so on. . .and so on. . .
Splendid verse. Thanks for sharing.
15th Jan 2018 10:44pm
Thank you Ahavati. I love your recommendations. I've been off this site for a few months so my apologies for the delayed response. The Southern Provence, or any muse-full place that could re-birth this poet's inspiration is welcome.
