- Non-Erotic Poetry
- 9 Lives In
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Click hereI am 9 lives
into the cycle-
cat-called, clawed up &
claiming control like I know what
I’m doing. I don’t.
But I assume whatever planet
rules me has got
a better grip
on the bigger picture than I do
on reality
because right now I am living-
a breathing, beating mammal,
not quite carnal but
not not aroused by thoughts
of eye contact
dropping heart into stomach
fire climbing spinal ladders
as if
reaching for the sun himself.
Wonder what it’s like to be
weightless,
unbothered by dramatic
antics, how it’d feel to sit
topless,
by which I mean thoughtless,
thot-less,
a hot mess,
what I’d give to touch fingertips with
someone who
gets it.
- COMMENTS
Janusgoneawry,
Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to me. This platform is a safe sweet place to lay out these thoughts. I'm glad you feel connected to them.
This is about the 9th piece of yours I've read and I simply adore your work. The staccato rhythms and interesting lyrical quality to your pieces at times heightens the tension and at other times soothes. Thank you for sharing these windows into your world. Now I'm off to read the rest of your stuff...