April Poem
for A.H.
used to like to see her pussy
but she seldom shows it to me anymore
used to adore the design
its layers of lips
hair growing wild about it
I was wild about it
but she seldom lets me see
seldom shows it to me any more
was it withdrawn
because I genuflected, worshipped it
was I about to make an idol of it
wish I were able to kiss it
once or twice again
used to kiss it once or twice a week
oh how I miss it
she has not written in a while
or is she just withholding
what she writes from me
is her poetry for other eyes, not mine
was I too greedy
when she spread her pages
was her fear that I’d unplug, uproot
what she wrote
like a book’s two middle pages
you grab and rip off their hinges
large holes left
where there were two pairs
staples made
in bed
why has she begun
to turn away from me
how difficult to bear her back to me
when I want some, when I want more
when she use to open willingly
for me to enter, to center myself in her
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
3:16 p.m. 13.04.08
for A.H.
used to like to see her pussy
but she seldom shows it to me anymore
used to adore the design
its layers of lips
hair growing wild about it
I was wild about it
but she seldom lets me see
seldom shows it to me any more
was it withdrawn
because I genuflected, worshipped it
was I about to make an idol of it
wish I were able to kiss it
once or twice again
used to kiss it once or twice a week
oh how I miss it
she has not written in a while
or is she just withholding
what she writes from me
is her poetry for other eyes, not mine
was I too greedy
when she spread her pages
was her fear that I’d unplug, uproot
what she wrote
like a book’s two middle pages
you grab and rip off their hinges
large holes left
where there were two pairs
staples made
in bed
why has she begun
to turn away from me
how difficult to bear her back to me
when I want some, when I want more
when she use to open willingly
for me to enter, to center myself in her
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
3:16 p.m. 13.04.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 3:25 PM
4 Comments:
Great poem Obediah. you have quite the flair for awkward/disconcerting (in a good way) phrasing which convey meaning beyond the literal sense; throwing the reader off-balance, and then sending out a reaffirming note to steady them once again.
Looking forward to rejoining the mass of poets home, will be back in about a month.
- Chet Pratt
Glorious to hear from you, fellow-poet. Wish I could be sent some of what you're working on. Have you a blog which I might visit? I do look forward to sharing when you return - look forward to hearing your meticulously written verse again, dramatically presented - always a great joy.
capitavting...very
Although we know poetry is such that it's figurative, sometimes you leave the reader wondering if you were playing between sheets and not on pages. Why does your writings have to be a constant grind? Are you always horny? Is it because you are getting too much or insufficient?
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