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sexuality expressed through literary cliche
- and in the lilac-scented room, fingers on
my hip, you’re tall and bearded, muscular,
and I own teardrop pearls, teardrop earls
like wraiths about our dance.
It’s innocent, at first, yet dominance
and submission are clear in small gestures, and
a little temptation goes a long way,
‘til all is dirt and spenditure.
The vicar making “violent love”
to Emma in the coach,
the blushes and the arrogance
of countless purple characters
in countless lit-rich-ore...
A schizoid sexuality
develops ‘hind the eyes. I’m
perverting this, these words,
to make them iambic, somewhat, just
so sex can be redeemed as meaningful, pretty.
- and in the lilac-scented room, fingers on
my hip, you’re tall and bearded, muscular,
and I own teardrop pearls, teardrop earls
like wraiths about our dance...
until you pick me up,
and carry me upstairs, and cast
aside the cliches of antiquity,
the Austens, Heyers, and whatnot...
and punish me with joy and joy
and joy
and mess
my hip, you’re tall and bearded, muscular,
and I own teardrop pearls, teardrop earls
like wraiths about our dance.
It’s innocent, at first, yet dominance
and submission are clear in small gestures, and
a little temptation goes a long way,
‘til all is dirt and spenditure.
The vicar making “violent love”
to Emma in the coach,
the blushes and the arrogance
of countless purple characters
in countless lit-rich-ore...
A schizoid sexuality
develops ‘hind the eyes. I’m
perverting this, these words,
to make them iambic, somewhat, just
so sex can be redeemed as meaningful, pretty.
- and in the lilac-scented room, fingers on
my hip, you’re tall and bearded, muscular,
and I own teardrop pearls, teardrop earls
like wraiths about our dance...
until you pick me up,
and carry me upstairs, and cast
aside the cliches of antiquity,
the Austens, Heyers, and whatnot...
and punish me with joy and joy
and joy
and mess
Published 18th Dec 2018
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18th Dec 2018 7:46pm
dearest Jack so rich is the imagery here
I can envision it all...
I love this refrain...
"- and in the lilac-scented room, fingers on
my hip, you’re tall and bearded, muscular,
and I own teardrop pearls, teardrop earls
like wraiths about our dance... "
this really is one of your best writes
because it's a very honest one
full of imagination and true desire...
I really enjoyed the image
of the vicar making "Violent Love"
just as I envisioned your bearded man
doing to you later 😉
bloody fantastic write...
love Brenda ❤
I can envision it all...
I love this refrain...
"- and in the lilac-scented room, fingers on
my hip, you’re tall and bearded, muscular,
and I own teardrop pearls, teardrop earls
like wraiths about our dance... "
this really is one of your best writes
because it's a very honest one
full of imagination and true desire...
I really enjoyed the image
of the vicar making "Violent Love"
just as I envisioned your bearded man
doing to you later 😉
bloody fantastic write...
love Brenda ❤
Anonymous
18th Dec 2018 10:03pm
The subtly of sounds utilised to heighten the eroticism in this is brilliantly depicted, it took me a few reads to unpack this gem.
It has the dichotomies of dominance and submission, masculine and feminine elements that produce the smouldering of desire, yin and yang, etc, etc
You might be using cliches but your using them in original ways that highlight them beyond the normal mundane....
I own tear drop pearls..... a couched metaphor for semen, but it spins out in the the other cliche of pearl clutching, I.e. could be seen as something scandalous,
teardrop earls.....took me a little to figure a meaning for being the resonance of the sounds structure, I figure you are highlighting the term earl as in a British aristocracy, and the previous notions about homosexual love,
like wraiths about our dance
Hits two ways for me in this piece, as in their scandalous tales they tell about you and your lover are forever spectre of potential shame, though in today's age it is more accepted in western countries than at any other time in history, despite that it's still stigmatized to a certain extent I'm sure?
And also the writhe of self doubt that possibly permeate in this situation despite the feeling that it's right, it may still come with self recriminations based on societal pressures, on top of a sense of self identity to not have your sexuality spoken about,
(forgive me and please correct me if I'm wrong or projecting any of this)
Have more to say....told out verbiage was a weakness 😖
It has the dichotomies of dominance and submission, masculine and feminine elements that produce the smouldering of desire, yin and yang, etc, etc
You might be using cliches but your using them in original ways that highlight them beyond the normal mundane....
I own tear drop pearls..... a couched metaphor for semen, but it spins out in the the other cliche of pearl clutching, I.e. could be seen as something scandalous,
teardrop earls.....took me a little to figure a meaning for being the resonance of the sounds structure, I figure you are highlighting the term earl as in a British aristocracy, and the previous notions about homosexual love,
like wraiths about our dance
Hits two ways for me in this piece, as in their scandalous tales they tell about you and your lover are forever spectre of potential shame, though in today's age it is more accepted in western countries than at any other time in history, despite that it's still stigmatized to a certain extent I'm sure?
And also the writhe of self doubt that possibly permeate in this situation despite the feeling that it's right, it may still come with self recriminations based on societal pressures, on top of a sense of self identity to not have your sexuality spoken about,
(forgive me and please correct me if I'm wrong or projecting any of this)
Have more to say....told out verbiage was a weakness 😖
19th Dec 2018 00:04am
I don’t mind verbiage haha. I don’t really like to discuss what my poems mean because I feel like my interpretation is always less impressive than the readers. Quite often I’m just playing with words and sounds, seeing what hits my ear the right way. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. x
