Senseless ****

[miyako73]

I bear the tickles of your chest hair
and the solid weight of your body.
I tolerate your sweat and saliva
and the tightness of your groping.

You raise my legs as if you weigh me
and pin my wrists as if for my nailing.
You go inside as if yours is welcome
and fill me as if I should be grateful.

Your face is the portrait of wet joy—
thirst doused and hunger satisfied.
Mine is of hot-and-cold confusion—
why the white ceiling is so empty.

[Melanie]

This is some powerful poetry with a dash of raw honesty. Very good poem that you masterfully executed. Just yesterday, I read something that Nina Simone said and it came to mind when I read this. It may or may not relate to this poem and may be an overstatement for this piece, but the coincidental timeliness is pause for thought. She said "you've got to learn to leave the table when love's no longer being served". A poem that causes one to linger in thought is a successful poem indeed.