A Poem About Sex (Must be over 18 to read below)
R’s response through text:
R’s response through text:
I want to thank you for consistently activating your decency.
When, really, it’s much more simple to do what’s easy.
To voice skepticism after scorn and encourage a “come on’ “, to push onto me a jaded reality.
How ubiquitous it is of the unfaithful, how prevalent the existence of a much crueler society.
An easy emotional manipulation hiding under the sheep’s skin of a farce worldly protection.
To inject real emotion brings about an almost necessary type of caring.
Accomplished by an imagination strong enough to procure your empathy.
This empathy tugs at my heartstrings and the passion echoes – so loudly.
That spreading sound is what’s helping.
my own decency. My own sanity.
Another poem I wrote in the past. I realize none of my poems are searchable while they are on facebook. At least you can search for them here.
Opaque the vague background behind us;
suddenly they’re inconsequential,
Not a drop of preponderance to their eyeful.
Unassuming audiences made blurry like rapid motion pasted on Polaroid
dismissed as easily as ambiance noise to the blackness of pheromones
surrounded yet still demanding reassurances of my company,
you bury your nose against the softness of cashmere, leaking
fervently strands of my midnight dyed hair.
Impetus, almost violent clarity shining light on our indifference
of this public display of seduction.
Singles gasp with indignant disdain, their dismay at our ludicrous display
Demanding sympathy in chastise, provoking
our movement towards private down sheets;
welding curtains protective for their short lived shielding.
Let it be witnessed my blushed red bosom from wanted constrictive embraces,
my lashes curled naturally, pressed against the pores of your crow lines.
Let it be admissible each bruise caused by our unabashed emotion,
Locked tight our lips, promoting these shocks coursing through each party
as visibly explosive as land mines.
And when ideals escape while the smog seeps in,
the harsh weather reminding
us to be instantly obliging to their societal stories,
to search hastily for our forgotten mores,
…let us not find them
Wrote this in 2008. But still, it is my favorite.
Black and white Polaroid happiness, I’ll bring out your crinkled noses.
Karaoke blasting to off beat tunes, singing out loud.
Nevermind the booing crowd. This song’s dedicated to you, kid.
Slither your eyes down these curves of mine, I’ll thrust you into oblivion.
With a smirk on my face, twirl me with this hypnotic trance, you set the pace.
There’s glitter to this back and forth, our torque, you suspend me mid-way
Then dip me. With the rose and the thorns clenched, barely, through your teeth. (more…)