we wrap ourselves
in layers of scratchy blankets
for the third time in as many hours
_____
I cannot get enough
_____
I fish for compliments
_____
your cat is amused, not amused
hungry perhaps
eyeing your Beta
_____
we feed our own appetites first
indulge ourselves, our feline instincts
_____
exhaustion overtakes us
reminds us we aren’t as young as we once were
when these kinds of things happened
_____
naked on your bed
I throw off your comforter
comforted in the knowledge
that in this moment
you find me appealing
_____
I want to slice an apple
giggle
count my breaths
feel your hands on my freshly washed breasts
twirl my wet hair, taste you
draw you in
notice everything, judge nothing
welcome thirst, satiate and satisfy
trust, or at least try
_____
and yet
I close my eyes
and keep them closed
_____
you
have never been without
you
don’t know
how hunger turns
to anger
_____
even now
I see how
imperfect
your hunger
for me
will become
_____
Copyright © 03/15/1999 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
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Comments (3)
Seems like other commenters are focused on the sensual. But the sadness, especially at the poem's end is what strikes me the most. That final line actually hurt. The other striking thing about the poem is that you wrote it a quarter of a century ago.
Oooo, so sensual and intimate! Such a hot and steamy poem!
ooooh. this was very...erm yeah! Well done, Christy!