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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sex and Love: A Confessional Poem

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This is my 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
Apprehension and Tolerance, Poetry and
A reed-thin Hope for romance.

The penis
Is a jerk
With piss-
Poor judgment.
It works,
Rises, performs as
We breathe.

It can pretend to be
A magic wand...
It can abracadabra us away from
Loneliness...
But only the fluid of
Lust appears
From its hat.

And 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 stick our erections deep into
Illusions and
Come
Into the reality
That we are most alone
Inside this bed
Within 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 altar of
Some thing
That felt
Soft and Hard… and Real, like

Love.


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13 comments:

Mizrepresent said...

Oh my...i've been here before...oh yes...remembering every single moment while trying to forget every single instance. Good Stuff, Brother Pen, good stuff!

♫Hershey's Kiss♫ said...

Lovely Poetry. I really enjoyed it. Love the imagery and comparison and metaphoric symbols

Felicia Monique said...

My, my, my...I love this confession! Metaphors, word play, and realism abound. Nice. Very, very nice!

CurvyGurl ♥ said...

Maaaaannnn, Lin! Sometimes you leave me saying "Damn!" in all a good, agreeable way. The layers of conscious actions, physical pleas for relief and attention combined with heart matter. So volatile yet so needed as a part of living. You broke this down so well, as usual :-).

JStar said...

SOOO sexy Lin! Your words play here flows soo nicely with the theme...And isnt love making the best really...Makes just sexin worthless in reality

nachalooman said...

Lin, you leave me breathless. I can hardly breathe when you speak like this.

You are so brutally honest and so exquisitely sublime.

Keith said...

Heyy man I love this....I've got to catch up...not just with you,but with all of my blogging buddies...I'm on Facebook and Twitter too much.

2cute4u said...

This is
sensual in a way that is hopeful, though sad but sweet in a soft way..
I like...

TOY COUTURE said...

Wow...Absolutely stunning poem. Very beautiful and eloquently written. Loved it!

Chet said...

Wow what a testimony! In this you scribe of the war between heart and mind. Very scholarly if I must say so, the dynamics are effervescent and vivacious. Well written.

I can attest to the abracadabra and magic associated with love versus sex it is very often just an illusion.

Reggie said...

Nice post

"The penis
Is a jerk
With piss-
Poor judgment."

We've all been led astray by our penises far more times than we'd care to remember.

Although, truth be told, all my experiences being led by my good old Alabama black snake weren't half bad.

Lovebabz said...

Damn it! I am not going back to those days... heady indeed, reckless at best. There is a GOD. That poem is sexy in a very intelligent-make-you-think-kinda-way.

HHmmm. I need a bourbon.

KayC, The Quiet Storm said...

Not sure if I have ever commented here but great word play on a subject that has been dissected far too many times.

I enjoyed it from a male point of view. Great poem and great post!