Lavished
She kissed me,
in BBQ sauce glossed lips
- cherry red
bled from hot wing tips.
She extended her tongue,
slipping it down my throat.
Intoxicated, she whispered,
“You devilish dreamboat.”
She lavished me,
almost swallowing me whole.
and I loved it, her,
tasting my soul.
Tonight, I was her basket
on a balcony of lust.
Picnicking with passion
like the wind romances dust.
This poem was written in response to an email I received from Marcus McCann, the editor of theonionunion.com.He requested that I and others attempt to create poetry, music, video, photography, illustrations, performance projects, crafts, baked goods, or another type of artistic effort based from his Dream Journal. The poem I wrote here was based of his dream entries 0 and 9.
8. September 2006 um 12:34
Yummy and luscious and dirty enough to make it fun. :)
8. September 2006 um 14:06
is it really dirty kyra? more poetic i would say
8. September 2006 um 14:07
Glad you liked it Kyra, I appreciate your feedback. It was fun to write and fantasize about it.
8. September 2006 um 14:19
Hi emptyvessel, yes, of course it’s poetic, its a poem, and at the same time, the poem could definitely be perceived as having a yummy, luscious and dirty flavor to it as Krya effectively put it. Poems can be interpreted/perceived in different ways depending on several factors. :)
8. September 2006 um 14:26
I guess I meant dirty as in BBQ sauce-food-in-the-mouth dirty. As in NOT a clean and perfect kiss. The real kind, the gritty kind that suck you up and make you feel more alive. Maybe I’m reading into it too much now but those, to me, are the fun and powerful kisses that can feel overwhelming.
8. September 2006 um 14:35
Yes indeed Kyra, those kisses have character! Those are the ones you will remember!
8. September 2006 um 14:47
oh! fine fine.. i get it now.
and perceptions vary i agree. probably my mind’s projection into the poem’s screen.
8. September 2006 um 18:25
Overall this works well, although I am dubious about the “slipping it down my throat” line. That would be an awfully long tongue!
8. September 2006 um 18:39
Hi Glenn, I’m glad you pointed that out…because that means my efforts were successful since I meant to portray the female in this poem as having a long tongue, but without having to actually say it. I appreciate your input.
9. September 2006 um 01:36
Ahh, so you know Ace Frehley’s daughter. :-)====>
9. September 2006 um 15:41
Umm naturally i meant Gene Simmons
11. September 2006 um 09:07
With all the attention focused on that wickedly long tongue ‘: } I almost missed what for me were the best lines in the poem….the last four, but especially that last line…’like the wind romances dust’. Absolutely wonderful! Such a vivid image.
Oh. I was impressed with the rhyme as well….subtle enough that I almost didn’t notice it at first, so taken with the visuals as it were. I don’t use much rhyme myself, fearing sounding like a greeting card, but you pulled it off well.
Thanks
12. September 2006 um 08:10
Hehe, funny Glenn! :)
Ron, I concur, I did pay special attention to those last four lines.
12. September 2006 um 21:51
I agree also, that last stanza could stand as a poem alone, and has nice fresh imagery.
15. September 2006 um 08:53
Sexy!
17. September 2006 um 01:37
I like it. :)
16. October 2006 um 10:24
I love your yummy words!
16. October 2006 um 14:22
Jessica, Nice to meet you and Thank you!
16. October 2006 um 14:28
Jessica, What does “Dra åt helvete” mean?
16. October 2006 um 17:27
Means, go to hell.
16. October 2006 um 18:26
Oh, wow! I seen it on your site. That is why I asked.