Sunrise I Seek
of N.W.
as lean physically
as she is intellectually
inconvenient therefore
to turn to her, look to her, go to her
when in need of someone
to lean on
occasionally though, she surprises me
she is the prize I need,
the prize I seek
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
4:38 p.m. 30/09/07
of N.W.
as lean physically
as she is intellectually
inconvenient therefore
to turn to her, look to her, go to her
when in need of someone
to lean on
occasionally though, she surprises me
she is the prize I need,
the prize I seek
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
4:38 p.m. 30/09/07
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:46 PM
2 Comments:
How contrasting. I got poems about other people emailed to me all the time, but I don't recall seeing this one. Forgive me if you did send it.
I've been wanting to get with you for more than 10 years, but, even when I stepped on your floors, breathed in your face, you didn't undress me, ravish the "prize you seek" in the comfort of your own place. You say you need me. I need you too. Will you ever be responsible for rubbing me down? Wrap my legs around you. Don't limit my learning to space. Polish me! I want to have an orgasm. Should not an intellect make people wanting to be brought to their level shine? Why does the student have to be the one to ask most of the questions? Should a nicely covered bed always be my passage? The classroom doesn't have a seat for me at this time. Is something wrong with shaking on the Internet? I often awake before dawn to be with people of certain sorts--I want to lay with you. I have a lot of documents that are properly housed, and my cabinet works well in foreign environments. No volume of paper will make me an intellect if my teacher can't teach. Please, please O', I give you permission to spank it out of me. If you lack the ability to make me climax, remember these three words while pleasuring yourself, oh be quiet.
can you fornicate or commit adultery through a condom does a condom not
place us put us in separate cells in separate rooms provide us our
solitary confinement in the castles of our separate skins or must we
go all the way to hell and back to make up for all we've missed as far
as we went we never kissed never learned how yellow sweater you inside
it found you trembling at Government House mango right mango-ripe in
my cashmere your mother you said is my age that evening she knew how
tenderly I cared for her cold child knew I wanted to hold you like my
sweater sleeves knew I wanted to wrap you in the straight jacket of
possession and desire it is that that has not melted away all these
years however much I rage suggest the contrary still I desire to
explore your anatomy I have protrusions to probe you with like an
alien, curious, arriving from outer space wanting to examine the
entire human race as deeply as possible through just one member you to
place upon my slab take into my lab with searchlight look into every
opening needing you to spread wide needing to spread you wide needing
you to be willing warp speed and you with me still you to take with me
back to the stars in heaven
oh be quiet
3:01 p.m. 25.06.08
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