Sappho and Eros: Final Thread

[annaswirls]

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For the birds

Up against the wall
your hands in mine
kissing you good night.

I'll have you know this is real...
when my heart is with you
and you're not

For the birds it is not
never will be

For you yes it is
For me yes it is

For the birds it is not
never will be

Do you feel that?
i'll hold you for as long as I may
May I...
May I?

Don't ask
It's for the birds you see
For the birds

For the birds it is not
never will be

You're soft, smooth and inviting
Let me touch you
feel the smoothness
between your toes

Oh yes, i would take you right here
A quiver in the muscle of your thigh
Your nipple coral and taut

For the birds it is not
never will be

This is love, My Love
always will be


~


Her Man


"I love you"
and the poem should end here.
Beyond love, I am a weary stem
that lets go the last petal.

Though never a bloom to begin with,
perhaps a thorn. You pricked me
with warning,

"Don't fall."

A man who belongs
will not open his arms.

I know impact.
I love you,
and it will never end there.

I'm a crooked woman, adoring
with crumpled heart,
broken with delight,
because I hit hard
for you, her man.

~

Restive


Ugly light twists images into gore
death and more
My heart slams
wakes me to blue-black shadows
Rain on the roof runs into gutters
over flows

Relief washes over me

Slide across the cool gap
to the warm side
her side
We share her pillow

Comfort is to fit to her curves
nuzzle through honeysuckle vines
dancing in the sun
to the nape of her neck
where kisses taste like love

Soft sleep, sighs in the night

"Are you awake?"

She turns playful, nips my chin
"For you baby, I could be"



~



Stumble


I stumbled
into you one day
to find
there was no way
around or through
but that you
didn't mind.

When on a half-baked
'Sorry, Miss'
stumbling from a script
of well rehearsed,
you smothered,
with a snuck up kiss,
evasion dripped
from my unspoken curse.

I stumbled into you
as if you're polar
for a meander
magnet, tipsy
little stroller.

But such candor
comes from here,
a swirl of know
polished clear;

I didn't really
stumble, I was
already here.

But feet are
stubborn, didn't
want to wander
here,
so all I did
was steer,
and struggle.

It may look clumsy
but try to juggle
fantasy with fear.

I stubmled into you
to see if you would
step aside
or possibly meet
apology with grace.

I never dreamed
of an embrace.




Yukiko

You’re so androgynous, you complain
Boyish and without shape
Your behind! You point out
It’s simply not there!
And your breasts are like two fried eggs
Thrown against a wall
Your unruly hair, you sigh
Is like a scouring pad, too often used

What are you laughing at? You protest
I’m laughing at perfection
How it mocks itself
It would have me believe it is ugly
Something to be abused
A sick joke told in bad taste
Why is it so difficult to accept?
You are simply beautiful

How thrilling your body feels
As it moves under my weight
The friction of your skin in the grind
Passes like a flame beneath mine
Its musky smell, crisply clean
And the wells of your lubricious eyes
Deep and sex hungry

But if you prefer my vision warped
You are never a chore
I’ll take the wayward schoolboy over my knee
And spank her minimal arse
Whatever I warm or cut with my tongue
Wherever my hand glides
It can never experience better
For it’s had perfection
You. Beautiful you.

~


Chocolate People

i believe the initial cocoa bean ripened
in the honeyed pool of flesh
above your collarbone.

i can imagine the first harvest
when women in red scarves
stood upon your chest

stooping to gather sticky husks
into flat wooden sieves
which balanced on ample hips

tossing the hulls high, high
against a sky that speaks
the scent of ancient tigers.

their men, clothed in sheen,
walk across your belly,
to collect the tanned seeds

caressing the gleam, inhaling
the bitter burnt, never tiring
of the silken slide off fingertips.

these dark apparitions still play
in your hollow places
and at the corners of your mouth;

the shadows of chocolate people
that toiled this syrup soil of you
and swam in your cocoa ocean.

~

 

[Sappho and Eros]

Half of the votes are in. Please vote before you go to bed tonight, I will tally them up in the morning.

Sorry I posted the thread under anna, I forgot I was not logged on under the official contest account.