New Beginnings

I tried this once before, and much like the procrastinator that I am, I completely abandoned it. I think even Blogspot, outraged with my utter laziness, booed and promptly excommunicated my poor fledgling blog from its digital congregation. So like the prodigal son I have returned to beg forgiveness and acceptance back into the fold. I will make it my solemn promise(-ish) to post at least one poem here a week. Sometimes they may not be my own, because let's face it, "we stand on the shoulders of giants", and I'm a working student so my time's limited, but I promise that if you stop by, I will give your week a literary touch. So if you enjoy poetry, and I don't mean that kind that no one can understand or even read, but the kind that creeps into the soul and makes a nest there, then stop by. If you like what you see, comment, and if you don't, comment anyway, and if you really like it, tell your friends at work, maybe they'd enjoy some poetry too. Just to start off the festivities I'll give you a couple of my own.

A little background: This poem was written for class, with the prompt: Erotic poem. It got me to thinking about what men and women find erotic, and how each would react to the fulfilling of their fantasies. Because it is impossible to truly cater to a woman's fantasy, I figured I'd focus on the guys.

Simple Seduction

Tell me your fantasy,

Tell me what you want.

I’ll do whatever you please,

I’ll do whatever you can dream.

Forget the rules of man,

Forget the laws of God,

Turn off the lights and

Turn on all your desire.

Let your hands roam freely,

Let your lips search unafraid.

My body is yours for the taking,

My skin yours to explore.

I can be fair and sweet,

I can be dark and dangerous,

Lift you to heights of passion,

Lower you down onto your knees.

I’ll be obedient and please you,

I’ll cast a spell and drive you wild.

Touch you,

Taste you,

Charm you,

Curse you,

Until…

If you haven’t seen it yet, sisters,

I have shown you a way that’s best

How to seduce any simple man

In 30 lines… or less.

Background: So my best friend and I were recently discussing moving in together and before I could wrap my mind around it I became nervous that she might decide to leave and go somewhere else. This poem is a reaction to the sense of abandonment (which was both overly sensitive and irrational, I was later told).

Breaking

Why do we love

When we know it leads to breaking…

A powerful explosion,

Bits of flesh.

It happens in a flash of violence,

The shrapnel fired at high velocity

Obliterating anything in its way.

And left behind is only smoke

And a memory of something

That was like a feeling.

What have we ever gained from a connection,

That is not paled by the pain?

Yet we keep on feeding it

Slivers of flesh,

Tossing,

Carelessly,

Pieces of us

Into an ever-boiling cauldron

Mixing with tar, and fat,

All growing together into a fitting meal,

For the slumbering monster that we call Love