Tara Teeling

Earthlings In July - Poem by Tara Teeling

Summer storms
are the perfect setting for all things erotic.
When the flashes fill the room,
we curl close, like milk-fed kittens
thinking of how soft each other’s skin would be
without the cloth.

Libidinous curiosity,
delicious impetuosity,
all in a room that ignites in short bursts,
affording quick, rhythmic glimpses of
our nakedness; we dance like natives,
lunging like beasts while salting our skin.

Voltaic scars on the starless skin of midnight
arouse the lust for fear which fuels us all.
We are awake and aware,
pushed back into our insignificance
by the most exalted of voices,
cowering and yet, full of fire.
All of the rules,
save those beyond our will,
have broken at our feet,
leaving us strangely sovereign,
in a world where skin and blood
possess no authentic power.

Sanctuary breathes under the covers
when the cosmos begins to break
into jagged, portentous pieces.
We are certain of nothing;
we are only comforted by
the touch of bodies,
sparking in the dark.

When our eyes begin to close
there is only the peace of black
despite the howls and the clamour,
and we are stroked and soothed by it,
this ominous, elysian lullaby.

Our delusions are spoiled,
but we know we are breathing.

Comments about Earthlings In July by Tara Teeling

  • (2/26/2008 10:44:00 PM)

    I had to read one more before I go to bed. I really love this. It's positively primal, conveying a sense of abandon and surrender to our less-evolved nature (yes, it's there, but bred into submission by generations of docile indoor living) . This is like something a mildly inebriated James Joyce would have written. Great way to end the day.

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  • (11/11/2007 1:24:00 PM)

    A ravishing microcosm of magic, a quintessential foreplay & then some, words with a will all of their own, transcendent, and more tantalising than touch. Par excellence! It's all good, but some highlights for me include:

    'Lubidinous curiosity,
    delicious impetuosity, '

    'Voltaic scars on the starless skin of midnight
    arouse the lust for fear which fuel us all.'

    Reminds me of some of Christopher Dewdney's work circa 'Signal Fires'. And wouldn't you know, yet another fellow Canadian. Tara, this is an impressive piece, indeed.


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  • (4/9/2007 10:48:00 PM)

    Hey...I can recall this feeling...all it takes is a good thunderstorm to knock out the lights and set the scene! A little candlelight perhaps...and...voila...instant atmosphere for sparks to ignite in the dark! great poem!
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  • (1/2/2007 8:19:00 PM)

    Hi Tara,
    Very nice poem. Uh, pardon me while I go slip into something more comfortable...
    is it warm in here? haha, Robert
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  • (7/21/2006 8:40:00 PM)

    Hey Tara...I saw that very light show the other night...it was fireworks for sure! ! Awesome!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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