Is where sky & road
meets
&
collapses
Salt chafes my back
Where
he rides me hardest
The weight of him in my grain
His kisses
land on my hands
like two small birds
I can barely rise
above burdens that weigh me
down
I write this poem
to put an end on this curse.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - 55 Word Challenge
and Izy's This Poem is a Curse
Shared with Poets United
Very evocative, Grace--a real feel of that sexual thralldom that can be both bliss and curse--great take on both challenges. I especially like the image of the kisses as birds.
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ReplyDeleteland on my hands
like two small birds
I adore that image! Wow! Such sensual poetry, and quite the curse - one is not sure if one wants it lifted or to carry it until the end of days.
flows beautitfully
ReplyDeleteI love the kisses like small birds, too, very much.
ReplyDeleteat first I thought it was a naughty poem, but in the end I wasn't so sure....
ReplyDeletewhen burdens are give voice...they become less
ReplyDeletei thought it more about abuse...and being willing to tell
to break the curse
whew - from flight to anchor. really well done, Grace. good weekend to you ~
ReplyDeleteYes! Well done... in agreement with grapeling
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I read this almost like a confession.. whispered while praying for forgiveness.... is it a curse really of maybe bliss?
ReplyDeletethose light kisses such a contrast to the rest of the piece. Thought provoking...well done.
ReplyDeleteYou broke the curse in beautiful style!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite lines are:
His kisses
land on my hands
like two small birds
I'm blushing!
ReplyDeleteYou write it very well. I don't know if I've ever written an erotic poem.
My 55 was rather far from erotic.
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/05/for-dad-on-his-78th-birthday.html
Yes, erotic and mysterious, too...excellent work, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLike using word 'land' in both meanings...nice
ReplyDeleteSuch sweet, sensual images... And the curse gives it a sense of foreboding. Interesting and well-penned.
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I feel the weightiness of this poem, Grace. May the curse end.
ReplyDelete(visiting from your link at Poetry Pantry. Happy Sunday, Grace.)
I love this. Through the catharsis is writing this poem the end of the curse may come about...
ReplyDeletelove the image of the two birds. the curse is love. i know that sounds like an oximoron but love is that unexplainable force that comes and leaves with passion and emotion, that sometimes is wonderful and sometimes painful. lovely write mi amiga
ReplyDeleteSome of God's gifts sit this heavily, salt in wounds created by our own sensuality and magnetism. What an unusual and scary poem.
ReplyDeleteWell done Grace, leaves much to the imagination I also like the
ReplyDeleteHis kisses land on my hands like two small birds. Great picture to accompany your poem.
The closing lines provide a much welcome relief.
ReplyDeleteHas to be one of the most sensual poems I've read in a while ...
ReplyDeleteQuite the curse! I love your poem~
ReplyDeleteI agree the photo is brilliantly paired with your words!
oh wow, stunning! but do we ever rid ourselves of the curse?
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