Digits
I never do the math
when we sleep together.
I let desire run into the triple digits.
I let lust, that dumb slut, multiply like toes,
little piggies eating roast beef, getting fat
and round at home, till I am born
to your ten fingers, which fuss
like snouts beneath my clothes.
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nicely done Sarah...and the right way...is there any other way...thanks for sharing this
I really love this short poem and where you take it - very original voice!
I like how you personify lust as a "dumb slut" and how it multiplies in a way that mirrors the impact of sex on those lust affects. I also like the pig-metaphor used here ambivalently, not just pejoratively.
It's a poem that has soared with metaphors. Really like it.
It's sweet..groping piggy fingers and all:)
I love the way your poem blends child like images (fingers, toes and piggies) through an adult theme. Nicely put together, SarahJane!
how nice to have readers!
thanks for the comments. this was a fun one.
No maths is required while s*x!
nature copulates
not doing the math can get you in trouble--you can wind up getting a bit too fat and round.
I like the little piggies here. There is something almost infantile about sex. Fingers as snouts is very evocative.
I really enjoyed this! Sometimes the best thoughts can be conveyed it a small space...great!
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