She wears me like a skin tight dress
All satin sleek in glossy bondage
Her perfume scarfs me too her neck
Enthralled to full caressing hemorrhage
With manicured nails she has me seized
Clawing with catlike courtesy
And though I'm leashed my fleshes conceived
In her grace of lace and larceny
She gashes burns with gauzing corsets Stirring fires in stiletto riots With lipstick incisors in my organs
Whipping fevers to the wickedly pious
Pawing, insatiate raw appetite
She flays me with a butcher prowess succumbing me to her web of midnight
crippled deep in her arachnid orifice
God how much I love her
Damn how much I hate it
Exquisite piece of poetry, the sensuality is so deftly signified by the yelling metaphors yet concealed carefully.5*****
Wonderful. Appreciated the closure.......5 stars for this excellent poem and to my favorite.
Whoa! ! This poem is smoking hot- - literally! ! Get the fire extinguisher out quick! ! Now this is what Poe would write if he ever wrote of the sexual nature of man... he seemed stuck on the yearning love angle [which may have been due to the times he lived in] - -excellent word choice, goodness gracious, you have an extensive vocabulary of incendiary words! ! !
This is magnificent, Kevin. The black widow as metaphor for that love-hate-love relationship that for many of us is a rite of passage. That second to last stanza has some of the most powerful surrealist imagery I've ever come across. The images are now ingrained. An amazing 10!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Line 3: too or to? Clawing with catlike courtesy ...nice alliterations. Beards? Optimism? A bit obscure, but fascinating as well. Bri :) TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE, I SAY: THE POEM IS INTERESTING.