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JUNE 24, 2009 3:15PM

The Burning

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bed 

 

 I've left the farmer's bed.
We'd stopped using it
together since bonding 'cross
the need for
winter-bundling.
I must be older now,
more seasoned,
hesitating to leave the warmth and
honey-gold of his skin.  
 
Long after touch parched,
I kept revisiting
that in our beginning
he'd reach for me no matter where I
slid in sleep.
Each time concluding
 once we started stoking
wood in the stove,
stacking three logs tight before retiring,
he began pulling misaligned
toward his edge
and to my right.
 
I'd lie awake in January,
listening to the rise and fall of
his breath
juxtaposed with the constant hum
of the old box fan he kept set on high.
 
On stormy nights,
a sky's flash through the pane
was enough to illuminate the round
moon and curve of his backside
as he hugged a king's pillow
across his chest.
 
Sometimes I would
wake to stretch
and curl my long arm,
around his waist.
I'd use the limb-hook as leverage
to pull my body into his back.
 
I'd blow breath across
the width of his shoulders
and slide my piano-playing
fingertips into the tight
fold of his hard thighs
burrowing just enough to brush the maleness
of his musk-soft and hidden skin.
 
Night after night
I'd crave and reduce
to a smouldering
dismantled whisper,
Replenish my love.
 
 
coal 
 
 
 
 
 Copyright © Scupper June/2009 All right reserved   Photo credit: 123rf

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Beautifully written Scupper.

It's sad how, over time, people lose the passion that brought them together at the start. At my age, it's a reality of life I am not pleased with. But then, there are lots of things growing old that displeases me.
I read this and I smile at its genius: I weep at its loneliness. Awesome...
rAted!
I like this a LOT. Reminds me a little of Sharon Olds, Maxine Kumin . . . that's a big compliment in my world.
It´s a delight to feel your muses at work once again, dear Scupper. This post is remarkable, melancholic, strong, beautiful.
A giant RATED here.
Kisses.
This is so good...the ending...just perfect. xox
Beautiful.... I felt this.
Oh, this is so, so good.
Tasty, tempting and titillating. Now excuse me, I'm going to have go pleasure myself.
LMAO@ Tom

I love a man who gets to the point of things!
This is erotic. The just right kind of erotic. Well done.
You had me at the title.
You gave me something to think about. This is my life in reverse. I have taken a bellows to the coals and tossed on kindling but the flame grows more dim.
Felt.
Wow GREAT writing.
Your feedback, all, means much. I learn from what you receive.
Scupper, I love your poetry! Your poem described my marriage so well...how sad! For some, the erotic flames of young life seem to die and smolder; for others they continue to burn bright. But I've found that even after failed marriages and relationships, many people continue to have tremendous fire for a relationship late in life. R
Delicate, yet powerful. Love the images.
That someone burned for me in that way would be enough to ignite even the coolest ashes.
You are fabulous, Scupper!
Ralph, I'm glad you're back from your Pink Caddy trips. Those were great to read! Here's to passion at any age!

John,
I recently saw a post of yours. Surely you get "that look."
Such vivid imagery - sad yet beautiful.
I'm sorry.

Thanks for this.
mmm, I love both the sexuality of this and the nostalgia
Sad yes, but with tangible beauty and warmth living in memory. And endings are also beginnings .......
Really wonderful. Aching...
Almost speechless after reading, which is not only high compliment but testimony to the chord struck here. Thank you for this. Rated and very much appreciated.
despite the 'revisiting' and the past tenses, somehow this didn't make me sad either for you, or me, because if there is something like that in the past to revisit, such happy memories to slide back into when it is dark and quiet out in the world, it has been a rich life well lived anyway.
I read this as celebration of what was rather than a lament of what isn't there, Scupper. You have so much, you are lucky, hugging you so some of that good luck rubs off on me! :) love,
Rolling
I appreciate your remarks immensely.
artsfish and rolling - your perspective resonates w/ this writer
This was gorgeous. I love this line (among others): "I'd use the limb-hook as leverage to pull my body into his back." I love that imagery, and love doing that.
Is it against the law to yell "Fire" on a blog? This is very, very hot.
The extended metaphor of personal relationships with that of the fire is wonderful. And I love the phrase "touch parched." The first line with "farmer's bed" is so telling and sad with its connotation of growth set against a relationship that won't.

Rated.
thank you...I loved this.....all of this.
This is beautiful and genuine.
Poems this good simply make the world better.
So well put. Beautiful. And rated of course.
Everything's been said. I loved this.
lovely scupper, and look at how many you touched!
wow wow wow. if not perfect than damn near, style and everything. thanks.
Speaks of loneliness and sensuality. Fantastic!
I've thought a lot about the shedding of a skin. Your comments help tremendously in this reflection.