Poetry of the Body

Underneath, I question;
Temper the mind so that the
body does not shake.

Resplendent, he would say
if he owned such a
I read it in his hands instead.

I can’t understand
why he feels what he feels
with the palms of his hands
against my skin,

but I am raw with
the hunger to go
along for the ride.

The journey my body takes
when reveled in by another is,
in a word,

I feel the feather duster tickle
when he wants to tease, and the
hard press of his desirous fingertips
while exploring the point where my breath

Inside, a firestorm of inquiry begins
and I start to wonder
how a body so staid
and a mind so mutable
find the ability to survive together.

Words of accusation rip
through the fabric of my rapture
and the facade begins to tumble.

I want to hold on as long as I can,
because I know,
it all will end.

he would say
in his own

I have to agree.

8 responses to “Poetry of the Body”

  1. Melissa Manos Avatar

    wow! you capture me with every word. curious to know how it ended…oh the possibilities that must have ran thru your mind :)

    1. beckydancer Avatar

      Thank you so much, Melissa! I really enjoyed writing and playing with this poem. It began as a “haibun,” which is a Japanese style of poem, but when I changed it into shorter stanzas, it really seemed to pop!

  2. Marlynn | Urban Bliss Life Avatar

    Beautifully written poem, Becky.

    1. beckydancer Avatar

      Thank you, Marlynn! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  3. Erin LYNCH Avatar
    Erin LYNCH

    Beautiful works Becky!

    1. beckydancer Avatar

      Ahhh thank you, Erin! Maybe I should write my next poem about your mojo sauce and smashed potatoes. ;)

    1. beckydancer Avatar

      Thank you, Colin! Maybe someday you could do a guest post on my blog. What do you think?

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