The Obituary

[Dapharoah69]

The Obituary:
by Dapharoah69 @ 2006 Copyright


My tender, thunderous orgasm

Flows from the base of my temple

Coloring the prints of my fingers,

Pushing the ink out of the pen I hold

As I write this

And spills onto the paper

Because the last recorded message I have of you

Is of your gorgeous picture

Gracing the finality of your obituary

And the way you wore death

As you were being lowered into a cold grave

While I screamed your name.

I. Love. You

SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH!

And for the rest of my life

I feel as such

It’s the texture of your skin

That keeps me in amuck

And the taste of lips

That used to sink my ship

Forever gyrates

Into the base of my brain.

I run my tongue across your name

Etched on your tombstone

trying to remember

how you felt

how I felt

how I deep throated you

how you felt...my...

Tonsils. Quiver.

And then God gets angry

his tears wet me all up,

But not in the way

Your temple rained on my face

Just last month

Or was that the other day

On my knees

but not in the way I used to be

when I sprang you free...

I try to hug your tomb;

Trying to get close to you

Trying to feel you move

As my arms are being grazed by the stone

I slowly anticipate

Your entry

Your exit

Your lips

Departed

When I start to

Plummet!

Like a comet I allow my mouth

To draw imaginary

Hieroglypics

I CRY OUT FOR YOU:

BABY PLEASE TOUCH ME

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?

WINTER SNATCHED YOU

OUT OF SUMMER AND

NOW I’M

COLD!

I smell the air,

I sniff the atmosphere

where's the Cool Water fragrance?

I listen to the air,

I listen to the atmosphere:

I can't hear your voice.

It’s after 8 PM

And I massage the grave,

slowly bumping my pelvic bone

against concrete and stone...

Seductively lost

The clouds reform above,

Maya Angelou said

The wind is going to blow

I come all over myself,

Shivering, quivering

Reliving,

Remembering

My orgasm flowing from the base of my Temple

Baby please help me:

Because the last recorded image

I have of you

So wickedly grace the

Front of your obituary

And on the inside

Nowhere does it acknowledge who I was

Nor does it say Larry.

 

[vampiredust]

did you want us to critique this or give you feedback?

 

[Dapharoah69]

both, thank you

 

[WickedEve]

Interesting poem. Some parts don't seem quite right for this poem.

For example:

Massage the grave

how I deep throated you
how you felt...my...
Tonsils. Quiver.

I sniff the atmosphere


I like this line:
And the way you wore death

Personally, I don't like the double spacing. It makes it seem even longer than it is.