I come to you now unclothed, unwashed and unabashed,
This is my barest, lowliest, truest self,
With wanton passions brimming, ogling with animal intent
This is me wallowing neck deep in the sweet but unctuous tar pit
Nurturing my prurient delights, my wettest of dreams
I slink through dark parlors besotted and puking
I spew lewd orations enjoyed by kindred low life,
My gem of the barrel dregs! Jewel of the sewer silt!
I come to you unclothed, unwashed and unabashed
Frenzied and clumsy in anticipation
I rush and come to be one with you,
So, embrace me now my lovely, quickly
Before I don my clothes again.
With every poem I read of yours I become more and more of your fan. Beautifully flowing poem. I can say a true poem.....
this made me laugh, cuz I was thinking, is this the answer to my poem 'Naked into Night.' (another great one from you)
'I come to you now unclothed, unwashed and unabashed, This is my barest, lowliest, truest self' i love this lines..
your poems and wordings take the reader with you inside these lines.
A very original poem showing crudity of life....... A definite 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way this was presented. The structure is a complement to the words of this piece. The words flow together very, very well indeed. The focus is purely singular. I find no limitations here at all. I wish all such written pleadings had such coherence and quality. I like it very much. GW62