and this time i believe you
as i inhale deeply, the scent of arousal
still clinging to my fingers, my body
awash with the small thrill of the moment,
your lips on my neck, your fingers
in my hair as we each breath raggedly together.
it's in the omission that it breaks me open,
the whisper in your voice as i run my tongue
along the side of your neck,
press my breasts down against your chest
and feel your hands solid
along the base of my spine
while i resist the urge to hold back
from allowing you to fuck me.
and you, along with the rest of my world,
will probably read this,
maybe as confession, a love poem,
a lie, the truth behind the curve of the computer screen,
but even at this point i find i have very little
to be afraid of by now,
not the lines of my body, the arc of my heart
and the span of my desire in relation
to my body and my mind and men.
for we've already reached the tipping point of resolution.
and i have been left with nothing to fear
by tomorrow.
Mmm, well that was powerful, especially when it sounds almost sensual and then you add in something like "fuck" and it throws, well, me off. Again you have no capitals, is this something you just chose as a signature for your work or are you avoiding it for a reason?
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ReplyDeleteThanks. I don't actually know why I'm not using capitals. It's just how my poetry evolved. I think I feel that it has a softer impact without capitals for some reason and then it's easier for the whole piece to flow together and take the reader by surprise if they're not expecting it.
ReplyDeleteI'm curious, why does the word fuck throw the poem off for you?