Wrestling Poem by Lillian Susan Thomas

Wrestling

Rating: 3.7


The bodies sweat. A sweet odor
Exudes in the struggle.
The bodies kiss hard,
Sometimes with a smack.
Words have no place - only groans.
Too much emotion rides on the skin,
Emits such shining
In the glare of the arena.
'Don't touch! Don't touch
Softly! Overcome me!
Subdue all this strength.
Then I will allow your whole
Body to lie over me
In victory.'
Who said men do not know
How to love
each other?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mimi O 26 April 2024

ew.

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Ray Schreiber 18 October 2009

wills and skills collide Raw self-absorbed unaware a poet watches -smiling

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Susan Jarvis 28 August 2009

This is the artistic epitome of wrestling - seductive imagery with a concluding wry wink! S :)

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Del Palabra 01 May 2018

Lovely... you’ll be the apple of all eyes...

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nature 360 22 May 2009

Lol, No love lost between men? Or for that matter women? One does not see love struggles on the arena.

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