
Remember that evening when
Your dress was tight and your lips melancholy blue?
That evening when
You had an eyelash in your eye
That you couldn’t blink away,
That evening when
You drank too much wine
And told me things you never told anyone before,
And wept a little, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves,
And then blew your nose in a borrowed handkerchief
So hard that the wind began to howl,
So hard that you had to throw your arms around my neck
And cling to me
Like a bra to a clothesline on a windy day,
And then by chance, by luck, by fate
We staggered to your room
Where you pushed me on your bed
And sought to remove my hat
At which point I became afeard
And cried out,
‘Please do not!
For it is late and you are drunk,
And what you do tonight you might regret tomorrow,
And truth be told, I am but a boy,
And you are tall,
And if you were to kiss me,
You would have to stoop,
And if you stoop,
You may become hunchbacked.’
You sighed and rearranged my hat,
And then you said,
‘It’s okay. I got my period anyway.’
Without warning you slipped your dress over your head,
And I covered my eyes with my hands,
And you chuckled and stretched on the bed,
Pulling over us the virgin sheets,
And your head fell on my chest
And you wept a little more,
And I stroked your glossy hair
And rolled it behind your ear,
And with my fingertips
Traced the contour of your haughty nose
And scooped a tear and tasted it,
(So salty it was that it could have seasoned a whole cauldron of soup)
And then, when I thought you were asleep
Your shameless hand crept
Where it should have not,
And before I could protest
You disappeared under the sheets,
And to my alarm began
Unbuttoning my pantaloons,
Slowly, not with haste, one button at a time,
With a careful, practiced grace,
And then, alas, you tortured me with your soft hands,
And with your hair tickled my thighs,
And what ensued I know not
But I saw the sheets rise and fall,
And fearing death,
I lay there quiet, powerless, and still
The happy victim of your will.
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If you don’t remember it’s okay,
Because it did not really happen,
Other than in my wicked mind.
I wish it did, though,
Because then, the morning after,
Once you would have sobered up,
And regretted what you did,
And rushed to the bathroom,
And brushed your teeth not once but twice,
And cleaned your lips with soap,
And drank a glass of chlorine,
(And yet survived)
And then returned to bed
Resolved to throw me out,
I would have had an excuse,
An excellent excuse,
To take your hand and kiss you on the mouth
And fall on my knees before you,
And protest my love,
And beseech you to be,
My friend,
My sister,
My mother,
My lover,
And perchance even my wife.
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Blood cannot rush to my cheeks
Without pinch or two
But I may bite my lips at this poem
Made by you
If my lips were to to turn blue
As I read this peice of art
For my face has lost its blood
From biting my lips too much
Then I’ll have the boy with the hat to blame
Not a bottle of wine
Alas, poor girl! It’s best not to read this blog anymore then.
Nope I’m good
Wow, that was quite the night!
Leslie
Stunningly beautiful in that magical way you write. I didn’t blush, but this is the first poem of this sort that I have really enjoyed. I curtsy to your prose and talent.
I don’t dare ask what ‘poem of this sort’ means!
A very seductive, but delightful poem. 🙂
Well done, VM. Even the cauldron of soup. Your talent showers.
I tip my hat to you!
beautifully observed and written.
Bravo! I believe this is my favorite of your excellent poems.
Yay! I’m not sure it’s a poem though.
Fuck man…I know how you feel.
I blush easily.
And loved this.
That’s the best poem I’ve read in a long time. In fact, I love it so much, I’m going to read it a second time and then share it with my friends on Facebook. And I don’t care if they blush or not!
Yay! I just clicked my heels and now will caper about my room.
Absolutely beautiful, didn’t blush at all, instead became entirely engrossed in their story.
Oh yeah! Good stuff.
Sweet, nice, romantic, erotic and funny in one. That isn’t easy to do.
I so enjoy your work; always a delight to read.
Oh my goodness! I didn’t want it to end, very beautiful!
-Naima