August 7, 2012

poem 263 of a poem a day for 2012

photo by Alessio Delfino (c)






slither morning window art


the first time
I saw a woman masturbate
I thanked all of the Heavens
that ever were to be
remembered in copulation
for reproduction
as I wasn’t needed
for her pleasure
I was 
wanted for it

shine leaf bleed
tipped heavy yellow
August curls April
angles against a backdrop
of slide metal cicadas and
a golden fruited-wheat Sun
climb-chasing the Moon
slipping through morning
into the Western divide
belly crawling with
the faint whispers of night
still clinging to
the undersides of leaves

and all I needed to hear
was her unknown
animal sounds
and the clench-rake
of her free hand’s fingers
across the soft cotton sheets
for me to know to
come hither

EJR ©

2 comments:

  1. great write....i particularly like your viewpoint of not being needed but wanted...ha....nice heat in this...

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  2. i have always felt the word masturbate a bit clinical-- but overall this is lyrical, charged-- spot on, so to speak! xxxj

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