Poetry by its very nature comes from the heart using words artistically by employing figurative language. That is something that sets poetry apart from any other writing, because it is both passionate and filled with feeling.
I love to write poetry. It takes a lot of hard work and dedication to say in a few carefully chosen words what other writing gives us chapters and pages of words to say ...
These two poems are from my book of poetry for adults, “Anatomy of a Poet” and it’s available at Amazon.com.
A Poet for a Lover
Oh Lord, give me a poet for a lover,
whose words stroke me like velvet hands.
Word-tender caresses more reaching
than the caress of a mere mortal man.
A poet's light touch is so gentle.
Word-fingers probe deep every time,
arousing me, haunting me, wetting me,
seducing me, body and mind.
Oh Lord, give me a poet for a lover!
Lust and fire burn deep in his heart.
A silver-tongued devil whose words make me ache
to be on my knees in the dark.
Word-foreplay making me want him,
only mind-loved, I want to be free
to feel, just one time, my poet inside,
where only mind-lust up to now has loved me.
Anatomy of a Poet
Go in through the eyes of a poet,
deep into her alphabet mind.
Ideas like flotsam and jetsam
dodge poetry fragments and lines.
Beware the dark shadows of memory,
knife-sharp and bloodied by time,
or gentle, orgasmic and sensual,
swirling eddies, some without rhyme.
Softly notice the spirit in hiding.
Tiptoe past the bruised heart mending there,
knitting poems, pearls strung on a necklace,
unfinished jewels everywhere.
Take note on your tour of this poet,
the outside no different, you see,
but inside, my God, a passion abyss,
the poet, the woman, the me.
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LOL! Good one. But, in all honesty, does anyone really want to think of their parents "that way"--what about YOU and your mother and father--Major Ewwww factor, right?
Well, well, well, C.J. ... THIS is a surprise--I had no idea such a swirling, velvet vortex of secret passions lies hidden in the core of your being and has, all along, been the fuel for the gentle candle that lights your "chaste" prose. No children, grandchildren, or school visitations from the children's author here!