I periodically peruse poetry to lure my muse out of hiding. There is something so simple and yet deliciously erotic about a well written poem. I love the rhythm and cadence of the words that when spoken aloud causes the tongue to move in a slow languid pace that makes me think of all the other fun things the tongue can be used for.
I also love a poem that captures those sexy secret moments that people can have with each other. The soft caress of your lover’s hand on yours in a crowded room or when you press your lips together in greeting but hello is more than what you’re saying. But if I’m a sucker for anything, it’s the look one shares with another, that speaks volumes more than any words could express.
I found such a poem the other day by Sara Teasdale called “The Look”. I was initially beguiled by the peppy little flutter of the words strung together, until the end when smack, I was hit with imagery that suggested a look can often be more powerful than any kiss you can have. I shivered at the thought of the looks I’ve given and received over the years and my muse immediately clamored for attention.
“We need to write something like that,” she whispered.
I’m going to get right too it but first I’d be interested in knowing what your “look” dear reader has been and if the memory of it stays with you far longer than the implication of the act that may have followed.
Here is the poem. Copyright © 1997 - 2011 by Academy of American Poets
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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Like most great superheroes (or super-villains, depending on who’s telling the story) Janet Eckford lives a double life. By day Janet is a mild-mannered crusader for justice (or nefarious deeds, depending on who’s telling the story) and by night an indestructible creator of prose (or pathological liar, depending on who’s telling the story) while munching on her favorite cookies—oatmeal raisin. A native West Coaster who hails from the sunny state of California Janet, has loved the romance genre ever since she convinced her dad it was required reading when she was eleven. Janet believes love shouldn’t have a color code and strives to create stories that represent that belief.
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