The poems are just filler, really. I'm not confident in the medium, but I enjoy exploring it. Will get back to some real sweaty pieces when I'm out of this slump I'm in.
I look at her.
She is across the street.
She bends down
To adjust her heels
So that they fit comfortably.
I do not look away.
I notice these details:
Her heels are red,
She is a wearing a dress
That cuts neatly
Far above her knees;
I can see her full leg.
This moment lasts
No more than four seconds,
But I think of Job.
There has been an agreement
Between Devil and God
To test me: A woman.
I see demons in her soft hair
Parading around the delicate roots.
And I see more crawl down
The long of her neck descending
Into a forbidden crevice.
When she bends down,
There is a shape.
I want to see and feel it,
Even if I know it is sin.
I think of her lower back -
Touching the gentle dip: A pit!
Out of the shape comes her legs.
Her thighs induce in me
Evil imaginations -
Fantasies of the flesh.
I recite the Lord's Prayer.
It is a useless gesture.
Because I am weak:
The calves curve
Down to the ankles
Which feign innocence,
But fail to conceal
The total creature
Of my most ungodly temptation.
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I like how you weave in parts of the body working downward and describe the demons in her soft hair.
The style of this piece is heading in a different direction than your others. Perhaps it is the topic that changes things...? It's nice in the simplistic sense, but I was expecting your other style of writing: the gritty, fast-thinking, overflowing emotional work. Would you consider doing your next lustful piece in a different manner? I think you could achieve greater tonal expression that way, but that's just me. :)
Sorry my response took so long.
I love your brevity, Tom. I imagine the holy man regressing into fits of small thoughts, and I think the length of each sentence-thought is perfect.
I found these lines best:
I think of her lower back -
Touching the gentle dip: A pit!
Though, I warn you, forbidden crevices and temptresses are tired. Have you anything else as alternative? I think something more euphemistic would be excellent. Oh, I know -- turn the holy man's spiritualism into eroticism. Make his defense the very thing that fuels his lusts.
But, Tom -- great work. We've yet to have a reading between us. I'll bring some of mine; you bring some of yours.
Tom, it's been a month and a half. I want to read more writings.
Got scraps of written material here and there. I'll try to finish and publish one of those pieces soon, just for you, my friend.
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