Thursday, December 10, 2009

rwp prompt: s*x in strange contexxxts

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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10 comments:

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done Sarah...and the right way...is there any other way...thanks for sharing this

Tina said...

I really love this short poem and where you take it - very original voice!

David Moolten said...

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.

Irene said...

It's a poem that has soared with metaphors. Really like it.

rallentanda said...

It's sweet..groping piggy fingers and all:)

Linda said...

I love the way your poem blends child like images (fingers, toes and piggies) through an adult theme. Nicely put together, SarahJane!

SarahJane said...

how nice to have readers!
thanks for the comments. this was a fun one.

gautami tripathy said...

No maths is required while s*x!

nature copulates

b_ said...

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.

Cynthia Short said...

I really enjoyed this! Sometimes the best thoughts can be conveyed it a small space...great!

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