Ok, when I had started writing this blog, I had more or less made up my mind.
No poems. None of that rhymy stuff, I am not writing poems on this blog.
But then, I suppose in a weird way I posted my first poem here cos someone else asked me to post some of my work. I don’t know if I would have showed you one of my poems if you’d asked in real life, Rick.
But that is what is wrong (or right) with the internet. It makes people faceless. And it takes less courage to do things you don’t want to do in front of people if your audience ( like Lofter, Kwj, Annie girl, Whisperedsweet, Tomachfive, who have all left their comments on poems) is faceless.
But then again, what came out while writing this morning was a poem, again!
I am calling it “Play with me”
Play with me
Talking to you is like walking naked in the eastern breeze
I feel your touch in places I had never known existed.
Would you play with me, be my sun on this stretch of grass?
Let the call of the eagle hold the season in trance
while sunbeams play and dance to a silent song.
Close your eyes in an orange haze of touch and skin,
as clouds tease each other on the breath of May
and blackbirds play this summer noon.
Play with my feet, as I raise them one by one
play, play on the legs, play where they join,
play with my breasts, they wait upturned, plant your seed
in my waiting womb, play with me as that smile plays
on your mouth, let it play on my body, my earthen skin.
I am talking to you now, walking naked in the eastern breeze,
your smile touching me in places I had never known existed.