Masturbation. Poem by Mary X

Masturbation.

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There are times when you simply
cannot do anything.

You lay there in Medusa’s
ugly vision, sat in granite

with nothing apart from
the breast you are touching.

It isn’t even a breast,
just a pocket of air

that your mind urges you to think is
a beautifully sculpted woman.

That doesn’t matter though,
we find our pleasures
anyway,

whether it be a candle’s tone
a man’s fingering hand

or the piece of gentle anatomy
that you have held in your pocket.

Mary X.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
William Jackson 05 September 2006

Stimulating poem. I like all the lines, but I especially like the lines: There are times when you simply cannot do anything. You lay there in Medusa’s ugly vision, set in granite, with nothing apart from the breast you are touching.

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David Gerardino 17 September 2006

OK, IM THINKING ANNE SEXTAN, , , , , STILL A NICE POEM...

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Goldy Locks 16 September 2006

i like endings that take you by surprise. are raw. and fitting to a well-voiced piece.

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Royness (*~*) 12 September 2006

Good poem mary - the medusa image is particularly strong

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Royness (*~*) 12 September 2006

Good poem mary - the medusa image is particularly strong

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Royness (*~*) 12 September 2006

Good poem mary - the medusa image is particularly strong

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