Poem for Poetry Thursday
Happy Thursday!
All week I have been trying to make this poem work, but my third stanza isn't gelling. I think I need to that "zone" and just let go. So I'm posting the first two stanzas knowing I need to finish it.
Also, don't read too much into the poem's subtext. Lastly, I can't tab in Blogger, so the poem actually has a different format.
Looking forward to reading your poems this week.
If I Was That Kind of Woman
I’d feed the hungry waltz
dancing through my body.
I’d answer the call of
pheromones and proximity
growing inside the hothouse
that is us.
All day I am a tuning fork
attracted to the slightest
hesitation in our voices,
your breathe in my ear,
your eyes tilting the room
to where the heart flutters
and temptation comes to roost.
If I was that kind of woman
I’d let you hold my choices
against me, up against the wall
harder, faster, against
the order of things.
All week I have been trying to make this poem work, but my third stanza isn't gelling. I think I need to that "zone" and just let go. So I'm posting the first two stanzas knowing I need to finish it.
Also, don't read too much into the poem's subtext. Lastly, I can't tab in Blogger, so the poem actually has a different format.
Looking forward to reading your poems this week.
If I Was That Kind of Woman
I’d feed the hungry waltz
dancing through my body.
I’d answer the call of
pheromones and proximity
growing inside the hothouse
that is us.
All day I am a tuning fork
attracted to the slightest
hesitation in our voices,
your breathe in my ear,
your eyes tilting the room
to where the heart flutters
and temptation comes to roost.
If I was that kind of woman
I’d let you hold my choices
against me, up against the wall
harder, faster, against
the order of things.
Comments
Your poem works for me. I too have had similar wishes but you put those into words beautifully.
hesitation in our voices" especially how it's tuned to the hesitation instead of the sound/notes. and "holding my choices against me" and how that metaphor carries out.
i've rejoined the blogosphere. don't know if i'll be able to post a poem for PT this week or not, but it's nice to be back.
i'm at polkadotwitch.wordpress.com if you get a chance to stop by!
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Thanks for the kind words
This is a great poem, even unfinished. Perhaps it should be unfinished, if you were...
*smile*
I've resorted to putting in dots.... and coloring them white to get the effects I want on my blog. :(
My bad.
If I was that kind of woman
I’d let you hold my choices
against me, up against the wall
harder, faster, against
the order of things.
That is hot. I want more. Finish it, please. ;)
Love the tuning fork metaphor, and the ambiguity of "my choices" in the last part of the poem.
And if you were that kind of woman, then you'd be closer to Anne Sexton...
you've found a good theme here!!