So, here goes. Recently, a CD of poetry called You Talkin’ to Me? was launched. At the gig, a fairly well-known Melbourne poet performed two amazing pieces of poetry. She’s tall, incredible… with a deep deep voice. When I watch her performing, her sensuality is electrifying. I told her I’d have to write lust poetry for her and here it is.
I have no idea what, if anything, I really want from her. I don’t even know if she’s into women, single or anything like that or what I’d do if she was. Who said poetry has to be about reality?
Anyhow, those who know her will probably work out who we’re talking about from references in the poem.
not so easy bee
she’s honey
warm, liquid,
mellifluous
i want to drown
in her
golden intensity
if i could get
my tongue unstuck
i’d tell her
she’s poured into
that denim
her cowgirl smile
undoes me
i’d say
i want you
you’re sweet as they come
i want your mind
i want your body
i want your longing
i want your wanting
i want your mouth
i want your hands
i want your grip
i want your gasp
i want your cry
i want your honey
honey
and she’d say:
be sweet
be sweet for me
but that’s her tragedy
queen bee
no one ever as sweet as she
© RB 2002