Voting Thread: Sappho

[Sappho and Eros]

VOTING IS CLOSED

Please vote in all three Voting Threads: Sappho, Eros and Cupid's Arrow​

Details of contest: here

Voting ends: Feb. 8


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Please select your two favorite poems from the selection below and vote for them in the poll. Anyone may vote.





1. Psyche and Eros


My Love, carry me to your desolation
teach me the beauty that is you
there upon the arid plain
of passion unfulfilled.

My Soul, quench this burning thirst I own
at the behest of a jealous queen
I love you in secret seclusion
unavowed.

My Lord, fear not the jealous ire
of ignorance and greed, these
are faces of dissatisfaction
and I know them not.

You fill my heart with happy delights
with each kiss upon these beseeching lips
Stay here upon my couch, where we shall sing
anthems to the Goddess.

Princess, destruction is the face
of envy as she watches our delight
one to the other as we celebrate
united.

Sacrifice to God and Lady, and cease
despair. Your soul so pure
the impossible succumbs to completion
at your request.

I will always love and need you
even though you walk death's shaded
path, for me, for me.

Only love can pass this test
I feel it in my soul
Psyche smile for Eros
and find immortality.


~


2. Beech Queen

Slim brown buds in early spring
on silver branch and sturdy bough, opened,
first still then bending to the soft moods of April,
to dance and sing promises and light green laughter.

White flowers, a herald no sense could comprehend
of summer's love gave and given, sheltered captured,
held in thrall,enthralled.I scarcely knew
your perilous perfection.The poison dripped
beneath your crown of gold my autumn Queen,
complete in might and power you then defied
even the mightiest oak to stand before you,
his fate to wither, die and feed your empty heart.

Brief honesty prevails in winter's frigid grasp
naked cold grey crone stark in your dominion
alone,waiting out storms and gales of seasons, reasons past.
while I wait too with winters sole companion, foolish hope,
to pray for spring's re-making of our love






3. 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"



~



4. 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.


~

5. Cupid's Crooked Arrow


Soft scents of hibiscus, fresh salty breezes still taunt me from a late nite patchouli moment spent in my strange fantasy.

We were a sole clique that evening in the bookstore , across the street from The Lyric, working late, alone, me shutting down computers and Avena cleaning up the Valentine celebration chaos.
I had always enjoyed Avena’s company, unlike the others. I felt a tingling warmth from her slow southern drawl and bright smile but, tonight, most of all, I felt caught up in her long Polynesian tresses of midnight blackness. Finally finished we drank a last Goldschlager toast to loveless nights and one of her locks brushed across my hand.

I don’t know if it was the liqueur or a magic breeze that pulled me to her eyes, my imagination just spun into the mysterious depths of desire. Suddenly we were in Jamaica at the pool hot tub, she with her,,tiki bar uniform and me her novitiate. Avena stared deep into my soul as I watched tan arms remove what little clothing she wore. Her beauty caught my breath in steamy droplets running down her full nipples bouncing in the waves and for the first time, I had desire for a woman... my fingers nervously unbuttoned and unclasped.

Pungent thoughts touched the softness of her form while I watched her ease into the hot jets of the jacuzzi. Her nipples visible hardened as the scented water rose up her torso and her eyes pulled me in. Dripping water from her
body, she fell against my aching skin. My mind began to swirl in rivulets of color as her slender hand inched closer to my exposed breast.
The tip of her breast touched my arm and she reached for my waist and pulled me into the heat of her brown legs,a woman's legs so soft and shaved smooth .
My heart started throbbing hard in the heat and softness of her body. Time lost its meaning; we passed into a daze as we began stroking one another, first thru my panties then hers....We shed both dripping garments in the mist and began touching each other in circular motions, running our fingers inside pulsing wetness of desire’s scent and then we kissed, long, and magnetically deep.

I lost myself inside her mind, her body, her eyes as I moaned for more.

Gently she sucked my tongue between her teeth and want flamed my being into eclipse. We gently, magically released inside each others mouths an energy unknown to me by any other. She moaned and kissed me harder and harder. Still I felt her breast swell as she shared the ecstasy rising up through her. She felt hot and wet and wonderful. I nudged against her hand, and she gently withdrew her finger from deep inside me.
Shaking, she forced herself further into my mouth holding the back of my red hair and screamed as she came hard. I felt the explosion in her fingers, as I bit into her nipple. The girl came on and on, moaning softly and moved to hard kisses on the mouth. ..

And then the lights went up. Avena looked in my eyes, and to this day I still wonder if she was sharing that moment of desire...

My one regret now on each Valentine’s Day is, I wish I had not just imagined my first lesbian affair...with Avena.


6. EXHIBITION: (not for voting)

Beyond Promise

I love how you page through vacation guides
to find me the perfect sunset
and write poetry in the margins.

And when I proclaim
"Wrapped tight inside of you, I die I die I die!"
I love how you don your silver suit of armour
to rescue me from yourself,
from this golden dragon of desire.

teeth waiting for the call
flesh waiting for the call
breath waiting for the call to arms

I love how you tint me purple
and dress me in the queen's robes.
Oh how you love the layers
and layers!
How you love
the lifting
and lifting
and the modesty
that holds material
between.

I love how you make fruit grow
from my hands
and firewords flicker in eyes

Smoothed to perfection
you take my skin
and claim it
and tame it
and promise
nothing.

Please remember to vote in all three voting threads. All voting is public.​

 

[annaswirls]

note to anyone concerned: I voted Beach Queen and Restive for two voters who forgot to put both votes in the first time. It is legit.

 

[The Poets]

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