photo: Gabriela Camerotti
I have given up
fearing that you will crush me,
now I know you will.
It seems easier
to resign myself to it,
sleep in your shadow.
I’m in too much awe
of the many things you are:
devil and angel.
Slumbering under
your overhanging presence,
waiting for the end.
In the lea of you,
my dreams are fertile, obscene,
nothing stirs but stars.
Foolish to trust the
dreams of sheltering sleepers
or lost mad women.
What can I say. You have done it again and I Stand in awe.
hehe… I cower in it
Dark, powerful and rather scary; I like it very much.
I don’t know how you do it. I finished reading 37’2 Le matin (Betty Blue) a week or so ago, and it you’ve captured the exact same mix of darkness, eroticism, vulnerability and desperation…and overwhelming sadness.
Morbid yet magnetic…
Such patience, to measure out such depth and intensity so carefully. (“Nothing stirs but stars” is perfect in haiku.) Beautiful, Rgrl.
A truly remarkable gift. Such powerful emotion and lyrical, metered imagery. Poignant and beautiful…
Thank you!
They’re not haiku in the Japanese sense – not in any sense that they would recognize.
But on they’re own terms, they’re very good, movingly suggestive and very erotic. I’m going to be reviewing some erotic haiku collections (three books) and I’ll be sure to mention you and yours.
Hello Patrick,
You’re absolutely right about that! They aren’t and I shouldn’t really use the word Haiku for them. It was just the syllable structure that erupted that way, and then I decided to bully them into it. *smile* I’m not much of a poet, but English has very limited formats as to how things are expressed. The ideas would get lost in a short story, it really isn’t meaty enough, plus I knew that I’d lose the abstraction if I tried to fill it out. So here it sits…as something short and vaguely resembling poetry. But it’s not.
i feel this deeply, sadly. It’s lovely, RG.
I don’t know, rg – I see the peace you have in acceptance here, the tragedy for everyone you’d leave behind, perhaps – but not for you.
Follows is an erotic Poem I wrote, Give it a home if you like in your Snuggery. I wrote it to an Adult Dating site prospect that I wooed unsuccessfully. I appreciated the line of this Poem you emailed to me. Hence; reciprocity.
AND I DID Enjoy the complete Poem….why crushed? “DEJA VU all over again.” Micky Mantle
Let me hold tight your hips, as I fill your slit,
Let me kiss your lips and smell your hair,
Let me be with you hold you and just be there,
Let me see your smile, let me feel it a while.
Let me touch you, sitting on my lap, let me make you laugh,
Let me be your Cow, my suckling Calf,
Let me hear you moan, let me make you gasp,
Feel your fingers in my back, feel you clasp.
Lets drink espresso at midnight and caress till dawn,
And go on and on and on and on…
I’ve been sitting here after reading… searching for something adequate. Those first 3 lines… and all I can say is
Yes.
Thank you.