May 20, 2013

The sun heats the pond till it rises, invisible. 
Clouds cast shadows on the hilltops. 

Do you recognize my perfume?
It’s the same the wet grass wears when

trying to seduce bare feet. 
You’re topless. I’m not. I’ve always envied you

men. Not in any Freudian sense, just the
legal right to take your shirt off, 

to get burnt all over your belly, to peel. 
What’s indecent 

about the part of me that nursed you
when all you knew of woman was 

mother, protector, milk? 
You nestle against me, 

trying to fit me into your ribs. . 
Does it bother you 

that I’m not here for your convenience, 
but because I want to be

lying here outside between 
your body?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poetry is beautiful. Take the reader to places and questions we ask internally. I like the thoughts in the poem.
"that I’m not here for your convenience,
but because I want to be"
The above line is what make life perfect. When two people fall together not for greed. But for happiness and pleasure. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Cool Handless Luke]

Do you recognize my perfume?
It’s the same the wet grass wears when
trying to seduce bare feet.

That's awesome. Reminds me of Robert Frost. I love this poem. Very nicely crafted words taht are obviously heart felt!

[Clockwork]

There are some really original and fresh lines in this poem. I really loved the couples about the perfume being the same one that grass uses to seduce bare feet. Also, I really enjoyed the commentary about a woman's right to take off her shirt. Your point is extremely good. I'm very glad that I came across your work. You are refreshingly original and talented.