Thursday, July 20, 2006

Sex Poems - Poetry Thursday's Fault

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Shatter

Stand straight
so still
in your slick-silver
high-heeled
fuck me shoes.
A thousand shards of
mirror'd glass reflect
the curve of silk-clad calf.
Stand still
Breathe in
Breathe out

Rise
Reach
Bend your knees
and kiss the floor
before dawn.
Do as you're told
Breathe in
Breathe out

Stand on tip toes,
ruby lips parted -
with his hands
around your neck.
He rules tonight.
His name is written
in the swell of your nipples
and his voice
echoes
across the hollow of
your spine.
Breathe in
Breathe out

He'll tell you when.
You own the shoes.
He owns the rest.
So stand
so still
in your slick-silver
high-heeled
fuck me shoes
and
breathe in
breathe out

before you
shatter
in the shards
of the looking glass.

8 comments:

pepektheassassin said...

Yo! A very nice poem here. *breathing in, breathing out* ...

bb said...

very menacing, reinforced by the careful measuring of the phrasing. breathe in, breath out- indeed!

wendylou who? said...

you own the shoes, he owns the rest.....this is superb!!

gkgirl said...

you own the shoes, he owns the rest.

perfect.
perfect.

jim said...

So taut, too, with the repetition, and brave, devastating with the fracturing close.

Dana said...

This phrase is magnificent:

your slick-silver
high-heeled
fuck me shoes.


And this took my breath away:

His name is written
in the swell of your nipples
and his voice
echoes
across the hollow of
your spine.


Such great writing.

kan said...

I love the last 2 lines!

twitches said...

I love so much of this - "You own the shoes/but he owns the rest" and "his name is written/in the swell of your nipples" are just two examples. A great poem!