| Subject: Something for fun ... a little erotic ... |
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Date Posted: 20:07:52 09/11/02 Wed
Holly!
It's been so long since I peeked in on this board. What beautiful work by Isabel, Heather and yourself. Goodness, you all have such talent - how the words work for you!
Because the soap has been SO incredibly devoid of complexity and love and drama, I've been spending my time trying poetry. I'm such a newbie - but I put together something fun, a 'story' told through poetry ... I got rudely inspired at one of the boys' soccer games one hot afternoon ... :) Enjoy!
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"Snack Bar"
Chocolate donuts, sprinkled, glazed,
Black coffee, creamer, sugar,
Pretzel twists in a bag.
Fifty cents in my sweaty palm,
As I see you.
Goatee, salt and peppered,
Hazel eyes looking directly at me,
You make me blush.
"Large coffee," your voice hits me,
A kick of the ball to the chest.
Wedding ring glimmers
In a ten o'clock sun.
Gold shoved into the pocket of my jeans,
Hidden like another bit of lint.
"Anything else?" I ask.
I know what I want.
You say nothing at first,
Shaking your head and grinning knowingly.
"A goal for the team would be good," you say at last.
"One for the team. Here's change."
You walk away.
Stop an errant soccer ball,
Throw it back in play.
*****
"Ladies Room"
Trembling hands, eager mouths, wetness.
An empty coke can rolls along the floor.
A break in the game,
Sounded by a whistle.
"I gotta get back," I pant.
Sticky skin rubs against mine.
I gasp - we gasp,
As I'm pinned against the wall.
[i]"Stay to left! Go, go, go!!"[/i]
Water from a leaky pipe puddles beneath us,
We splash unconsciously.
[i]"Goalie! Get it, get it, get it! YES!"[/i]
Slick fingers pressed into my mouth,
I taste myself.
The door ... someone's at the door.
Hurry now, hurry.
*****
"Aztecs versus Fusion"
Squinting, I watch the swarm
Zig-zag between guarded nets.
The ball leads, pushes, pulls,
My eyes tire at the work.
Squeals, hoots,
Hollers, chuckles,
Clapping enthusiasm,
Such blind sweet love.
Metal bleachers absorb the sun,
Too hot beneath me.
Lemonade-filled cup sweats beads of icy water,
not enough to cool me as I rub it across my cheek.
One goal, two. A tie.
The hour nears its close.
You lean forward,
An excuse to touch.
I don’t know your name,
I like the anonymity.
I hope to keep it that way.
I know it won’t last.
The heat is endless, isn’t it?
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"Salvation"
Empty church classrooms provide
Respite from the sun.
On my knees,
I breathe in the scent of
Chalk, paper, paint, dust,
Sweat of curled reddish hair.
Vented air hisses above me,
Twisting downwards,
Serpentine.
“Tell me your name.”
“Mary Magdalene,” I pause to say,
Laden with sin, adoring,
Needing to be saved.
As if bitten, you grunt,
Grasp me loosely in your hands.
Pumping, you use my mouth,
Quieting me from saying more.
Cries from the green cause you to turn,
Sea-blues sweeping the field,
Sea-blues capturing me in a heartbeat.
Your lips part, now,
Soundless,
Sexual pain rips across your features,
Lasting.
“Call me, Jay, Mary.”
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