Perverse Cowgirl
Know what you’re saying before
you say it. Your partner of choice
may have an opinion. You must
efuckingnunciate carefully so
that when you hop on or your
partner hops on there needs
to be between spasms a careful
avoidance of cramp. That’s when
you’re talking about something
else. A perverse cowgirl, though
is someone you want to be next
to you in the firefights of life
and the enrapturing
of the erotic. They are evil
when you need them to be
and crushingly familiar
with your Eros and your Than-
atos. If you have kink in you
they’ll bring it out. Bells on,
and maybe a bit of feathers
and the bedroom door firmly
set against the eventual creep
of your children who will see
something that takes years
of therapy to unsee and never ever
gets forgotten. On your deathbed
they will remember and before they
cry will think of you in lingerie. O God.
Know what you’re saying before
you say it. Your partner of choice
may have an opinion. You must
efuckingnunciate carefully so
that when you hop on or your
partner hops on there needs
to be between spasms a careful
avoidance of cramp. That’s when
you’re talking about something
else. A perverse cowgirl, though
is someone you want to be next
to you in the firefights of life
and the enrapturing
of the erotic. They are evil
when you need them to be
and crushingly familiar
with your Eros and your Than-
atos. If you have kink in you
they’ll bring it out. Bells on,
and maybe a bit of feathers
and the bedroom door firmly
set against the eventual creep
of your children who will see
something that takes years
of therapy to unsee and never ever
gets forgotten. On your deathbed
they will remember and before they
cry will think of you in lingerie. O God.
You've left me in love.
ReplyDeleteThis particular stanza really grabbed me:
**and the enrapturing
of the erotic. They are evil
when you need them to be
and crushingly familiar**
This is a poem that can be read profitably several times - each time something new will be seen, remembered and/or projected.