Erotica - Three Poems
on Sheila Ash (India), 12/Mar/2018 07:49, 34 days ago
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The challenge for my Creative Writing Group was to write something erotic!CongressMy hand has five fingersEvery one of them is for you:The thumb to brush tears from your cheekThe index to trace the curve of your backThe second to enter your sanctumThe third to play falsetto to the melody of the secondThe pinky to promise my eternal faithfulnessMy hand conducts our concert.InamoratoApproaching dawnSleep lingering like the blanket of the nightYou slumber onWhite linens drape your backMy finger traces initials in an imaginary heartcarved for eternity in English oakForgetting our infidelity lies in pieces on the hotel floor.Jay’s EuphoriaForlorn I found it in the corner of Jay’s Antiques EmporiaSurrounded by military memorabilia, garden tools, and 60s psychedelia.A departed dressmaker’s wire frame, set to fit a 50s starlet without a name.This potential pre-Raphaelite Ophelia lay hidden in rust and dustThe buried paraphernalia of my imagined lust.I vinegar away the ancient grime from joints oxidised by timeI lubricate and adjust the points that size the waist and bustWith Master’s hands I work away to mould a face from potter’s claywith true artistic guile, I Max Factor in your favourite‘Marilyn Sunset Red’ smile.I nourish life into my designI clothe her in the Calvin Klein dress I bought for youHer tiny feet inside your bridal Jimmy Choo’sI chose the wig with great affection– brunette of courseCombed and styled in consummate perfection.I raise her up, the music’s on. The band is playing our song.We swing and sway and in its passion perishTransmuted into cherished fetishI disappear among your breastsYour body yields to my request”You’re here! You’re here! My wanton sweet desire.Come, come, and come again my shameless fire.”ashramblings