Saturday 31 May 2014

Black and white






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

24 comments:

  1. 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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  2. His kisses

    land 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.

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  3. I love the kisses like small birds, too, very much.

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  4. at first I thought it was a naughty poem, but in the end I wasn't so sure....

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  5. when burdens are give voice...they become less
    i thought it more about abuse...and being willing to tell
    to break the curse

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  6. whew - from flight to anchor. really well done, Grace. good weekend to you ~

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    1. Yes! Well done... in agreement with grapeling
      ZQ

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  7. I read this almost like a confession.. whispered while praying for forgiveness.... is it a curse really of maybe bliss?

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  8. those light kisses such a contrast to the rest of the piece. Thought provoking...well done.

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  9. You broke the curse in beautiful style!
    My favorite lines are:

    His kisses

    land on my hands
    like two small birds

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  10. I'm blushing!
    You 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

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  11. Yes, erotic and mysterious, too...excellent work, Grace!

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  12. Like using word 'land' in both meanings...nice

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  13. Such sweet, sensual images... And the curse gives it a sense of foreboding. Interesting and well-penned.
    -HA

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  14. I feel the weightiness of this poem, Grace. May the curse end.

    (visiting from your link at Poetry Pantry. Happy Sunday, Grace.)

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  15. I love this. Through the catharsis is writing this poem the end of the curse may come about...

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  16. love 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

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  17. Some of God's gifts sit this heavily, salt in wounds created by our own sensuality and magnetism. What an unusual and scary poem.

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  18. Well done Grace, leaves much to the imagination I also like the
    His kisses land on my hands like two small birds. Great picture to accompany your poem.

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  19. The closing lines provide a much welcome relief.

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  20. Has to be one of the most sensual poems I've read in a while ...

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  21. Quite the curse! I love your poem~
    I agree the photo is brilliantly paired with your words!

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  22. oh wow, stunning! but do we ever rid ourselves of the curse?

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