Confession:
I've made Love
Far more times
Than I've ever had
Sex. My
Imagination is
A whore… yes… but my body
Has been
A temple
Composed of
Fear and Poetry and
Hope for romance. The penis
Is a jerk meat
With piss-
Poor judgment.
It works,
It rises, it throbs when
We breathe.
It pretends to be
A magician...
No rabbits, only
The fluid of
Lust cums
From its hat.
Me? I've always dreamed
Bigger
Wider
Better
Than that, and so…
I've made love
More times than
I've ever had
Sex. Yet,
My head,
My home has been
A promiscuous dome
Where Illicit
What Ifs play
Twenty-four-sevenly.
This is what we
Men do. We thrust
Our erections into
Illusions and
When we arrive
We come...
Into the reality
That we are most alone
Inside this bed
In our heads.
But sex with no emotion
Was too easy, too dangerous,
So instead
I've made love to faces with names,
To orifices with brains
And souls who fell
Shamelessly to their
Knees.
And I've fallen, too
Before false gods
And goddesses, who
Made me kneel
At the alter of
Some thing
That felt
Soft and Hard…and Real, like
Love.
One.
By L.M. Ross
10 comments:
I like that.
Lol, nice.
Another brilliant piece! You are doing it over here man!
wow, that poem made me think about the time when....oh...sorry....I am just thinking K...neva mind me.
lol
this is great - bittersweet and naked and dead-on. thank you.
You keep hitting home runs with your words!
Me, I am still a virgin. I believe I may be the last one sometimes. I long to "worship at the alter of beauty." But, even as my imaginations are filled with flesh pressing flesh, I know an empty experience isn't me. S0, I have bridled the head in my appendage from leading me into a regretful situation. In the end, I just know what I want, what I am looking for. This knowledge I cannot run away from regardless of anything.
It is rare to have a man bare his soul (my interpretation) this way. It makes me happy knowing that a man is thinking about love.
wow.
your poetry leaves me speechless. which is quite sad considering that i call myself a writer.
And I've fallen, too
Before false gods
And goddesses, who
Made me kneel
At the alter of
Some thing
That felt
Soft and Hard…and Real, like
Love.
wow you r amazing
This is by far my favorite piece you've written. I'm blushing right now.-QH
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