Waxing Poetic - Shiva

This is one of the two poems I've written in my adult life that I genuinely love.  The other one I may post, or I may save it for Autumn, when it would be more thematically appropriate.  This one...well, despite the title, it's not about God, but about an unfortunate crush I once had. 

Reading it even years later brings back all those low-down tickly feelings, and reminds me that I am indeed a Scorpio--as if I could ever forget.  Enjoy.  :)

Hmm...should I put a PG-13 rating or a profanity warning on it? 

Nah. 

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Your shoulders are not as strong as mine
but if I could I would put up my hands
chart distant valleys of muscle and bone
bite your neck hard at the shoulder...
Five bucks says you taste like a martini olive.

I'd read your skin like Braille--
memorize the story of your life
chapter and verse mapped out in raised lines of ink
Then trace the shape of god with my tongue
and feel heat shimmering from every chakra in town.

I say I'd fuck you in a heartbeat
But it would actually take days
Chest on Tuesday next, spine sometime after
I could spend a whole weekend on your hands
Then wrap you up and save the rest for later;
The best things come screaming for those who wait.

Comments

[Cat Chapin-Bishop]

The last stanza in particular is wondeful (though I also love the line, "Five bucks says you taste like a martini olive."

Thanks for sharing this--the crush may have been unfortunate, but if it brought you this, _I'm_ glad, anyway...

Nice.