punctured poems
nor operatic love
don't apologize
for soaking me
in your steeps
they sing of your seed!
this cup is your vessel
swelling me with new
swelling me with becoming
the skin-on-skin
i damn well need to survive
[#72 for this prompt & this one]
Powerful procreation poem! Excellent!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jilly. There’s something new every day
DeleteLike the opening lines very much!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading the rest too; and for your comment!
DeleteAnd with the seeds you can grow.
ReplyDeleteah operatic love, they appeal to the poet's heart, but never amount to anything when called upon. beautiful words
ReplyDeleteNice line: "swelling me with becoming"
ReplyDeleteI’m glad I checked back again and didn’t miss your poem, which isn’t punctured but honest, sensual and fecund. I love the idea of ‘swelling with becoming’ and the looking forward to skin-on-skin. Is this a baby speaking from the womb or a poem waiting to be born?
ReplyDeleteI like all the "s" sounds, making it smooth read aloud. I feel strength and resistance in the voice.
ReplyDeleteWow. You are an astute reader Mish. Thanks for picking up on this. I do love the sound of things when they go well together
DeleteBeautiful poem, sensual AND poignant, mind wandering now, thanks to you. Still... it seems like a promise is also super sweet, but only if it can be kept.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping in Lona. Nice to meet you. Do you link up to Toads?
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