Silver WInd Posted February 10, 2008 Report Posted February 10, 2008 Peach Fuzz I lay among the groves see the tree tops spanning above limbs interlocked, filtering the sun so only the most gentle warmth may kiss with a lovers welcome lips upon my skin Soft the grass beneath me a thousand little fingers probing sensually with gentle strokes over a million responsive nerve endings The coolness of the wind a tongue to lap across every inch of my yielding flesh leaving nothing yet untouched My own secret heaven rocking me in ecstasy I close my eyes and arch my back A distant rolling thunder of pleasure begins a vibrating hum throughout my body, beginning to tremble in the coming earthquake The leaves blow around me rubbing, touching, brushing against me in unexpected intimacy excites me further The sweet nectar against my lips I lavish in it feeling the breaking come near like a sudden storm unleashed In a flood of spring rains I shudder, convulsing, release left within a confused delighted haze, feasting on my fruit.
reverie Posted February 10, 2008 Report Posted February 10, 2008 Reminds me some of Whitman in first portion of Leaves of Grass. Song of Myself by Walt Whitman 1 I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. [and goes on for a few dozen pages or so] neat, rev...
Silver WInd Posted February 10, 2008 Author Report Posted February 10, 2008 Yes I can see a bit of a resemblence between the two.
Ozymandias Posted February 11, 2008 Report Posted February 11, 2008 The beauty of nature found in sexual encounter? Ecstatic joy found in peace with nature? Both? I can't tell, and I like that. Sometimes unanswered questions work the best for provoking thought. :>)
Wyvern Posted February 12, 2008 Report Posted February 12, 2008 I really like this poem, Silver Wind. :-) The sensual imagery of nature works very well, with the grass fingers and wind tongue metaphors probably being my favorites. I also like how the imagery is arranged in a manner that builds to a climax, as it definitely gives the poem a momentum that holds the reader's attention. I agree with reverie that the delight in nature is similar to Whitman's work, and agree with Ozymandias that the ties of sexuality and nature in the poem are apparent. Very nicely done, thanks for sharing it.
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