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Left Hand Birth
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Both my hands are magical--
of course--
but it\'s the left
that\'s been baptised, been born
into a new life,
the left hand curled inward into
a gentle fetal fist
that weathered her contractions, resisted birth
as strongly as any child.
It was my left hand that reached
for the center of her, that was swallowed
by a swollen slippery mouth
gaping just wide enough;
it was those left-hand fingers
that probed, rippling gently
in the primordial sea, that felt the deep echoes
of her moaning.
And then when she had panted her way to the edge
of exhaustion, when
the earthquake shudders slowed
it was the left hand that broke glistening from her flesh,
that writhed wetly into the air
and tasted its chill.
My left hand stretched then and sang.
Every uncurling joint, every damp fingertip
newly awake to magic, every piece
and part of flesh
sang out as if newly born, crying
alleluia!
of course--
but it\'s the left
that\'s been baptised, been born
into a new life,
the left hand curled inward into
a gentle fetal fist
that weathered her contractions, resisted birth
as strongly as any child.
It was my left hand that reached
for the center of her, that was swallowed
by a swollen slippery mouth
gaping just wide enough;
it was those left-hand fingers
that probed, rippling gently
in the primordial sea, that felt the deep echoes
of her moaning.
And then when she had panted her way to the edge
of exhaustion, when
the earthquake shudders slowed
it was the left hand that broke glistening from her flesh,
that writhed wetly into the air
and tasted its chill.
My left hand stretched then and sang.
Every uncurling joint, every damp fingertip
newly awake to magic, every piece
and part of flesh
sang out as if newly born, crying
alleluia!
I just wrote this. The person who inspired it has chosen, for reasons I respect and understand, not to be named. So this is for her...
I was told by someone that much of the work I've labeled 'erotic' is in fact merely sensual, and not erotic at all. I fail to see the true distinction, and generally beg to differ, but that made me think that perhaps I should try my hand at something more explicit.
If you don't like explicit sexuality, you should maybe not read this poem.
This is a re-submit, with perhaps a change or two, because the first one became lost when I tried to edit it.
I was told by someone that much of the work I've labeled 'erotic' is in fact merely sensual, and not erotic at all. I fail to see the true distinction, and generally beg to differ, but that made me think that perhaps I should try my hand at something more explicit.
If you don't like explicit sexuality, you should maybe not read this poem.
This is a re-submit, with perhaps a change or two, because the first one became lost when I tried to edit it.
© 2003 - 2024 tessuraea
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Erotic with a capital "E" ... wow, as amazing as the first time.
The metaphor takes the sensuality to a new level ... I love the images blending and merging and lapping over each other (the one of child and the one of ... well, you know! ) ... fantastic.
I have no criticism to give here. Only amazement ... I'm not being coy.
Well done! You deserve an award for this one.
The metaphor takes the sensuality to a new level ... I love the images blending and merging and lapping over each other (the one of child and the one of ... well, you know! ) ... fantastic.
I have no criticism to give here. Only amazement ... I'm not being coy.
Well done! You deserve an award for this one.