She Wants

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“She Wants”

She loves him best
while asleep.

In love, obsession
grows out of want
improperly sated.

She wants
never-ending
days
filled by lust
spilling…
out of him
into her.

Her nights are made
of his lips on her hip.

In dreams,
he feels her
real.

She knows dreams best
but prefers him
awake… in her dreams.

 

in her description of this painting, Shelle said, “fairies are born of belief, and die through neglect…” I’m sharing the piece because (well, I adore Shelle’s work and) believe her words are also true when it comes to dreams

linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United

Human, Dark, Humorous

Life and relationships and senryū feed on the foibles Fate throws our way, turn them into a short poem afire (where I speak and you are subject to my ink), prose and verse glimpsing into living with deliciously dark wit and well camouflaged sensual fibs.

you lie well,
but I kick in bed
much better

 

the wee notes…
– a friend (I’m sure) challenged me to write a love poem that glimpses into what haibun and senryū are (in 15 minutes). You’ve just read my first (and likely last) attempt. It was fun, in a mad oh-my-freaking-gods! sort of way.
– linking it to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

“Glamour Puss”, by Shelle Kennedy

Striped Stockings Monologue

Do I make you feel
out of sorts? Is my flesh
too much for your eyes
to suffer? Do nipples
and buttocks offend you?

I see.

You want me
all covered up,
restricted. Why? How
does my being
who I am affects
your living?

I offend you,
you mean? Well, too bad—
your stupidity insults me
all the time,

but you won’t see me
putting a bra on it.

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the wee notes…
– Some time ago, someone (and I’m disgusted to say the someone is an educated woman) said that she wore brassieres and clothes that covered her unshaven legs, “out of respect for others. A woman has the freedom to look and be as nasty as she wants. But it would be wrong to make other people suffer her lack of pride.” I remember staring at her pinched expression, and thinking, I hope your self-hatred isn’t contagious. I also felt a bit sorry for her… and a lot sickened by her beliefs.
–  Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

 


“Beautiful Freak in Striped Hose”, by Shelle Kennedy