Nov 30, 2009 03:52
Best way to procrastinate? Take a guess. Another poem about masturbation. They are pretty fun, not gonna lie.
Lines, lines, lines.
Lines. Cotidal.
Spring tides
Springen
Bulge
Crescere
Water
Rise
Rotate
Amphi
Amphi-
Amphidro - mm… mic.
The flood,
The ebb,
The shift of bed sheets,
Textbook pages
Sifting against the straining thigh
Sounding with the hitching sigh.
There’s an ocean coursing through my veins
I think it’s fair to say I know something
about it.
A breath,
…a-
--ah..
Tides.
Teeth clench over
Quivering lip
Oh let it, oh let it...
The corner of the window,
Caught in the corner of my gaze,
The full, silver eye of the sky
Stares upon me
Through the glass.
Syzygy.
I hold on, half-embarrassed.
You classy voyeur -
Why me?
A tired waif of a woman making love to
Her fingertips, shirt twisted and lifted, hand rolling beneath soft fabric,
With shame now, with intrigue,
I know I’m watched, and
- Oh, perigee,
Oh let it be,
Don’t question it,
Free, free, free
I am no Godiva,
much less a Lady--
I ride through the stars for no one (for now).
At the crest,
I am a Randian heroine.
This is all for me,
Exhibit A,
and B,
and sea.
"oh..."
The ocean sings in the space of a silent room.