I Called Z Passably Pretty
And she was unhappy about it.
I am either pretty, or beautiful, your choice.
But you’ve always called me the latter
And so with you, in the sanctity of us,
I was always beautiful. What’s changed?
Or are you fucking with me, playing,
Always playing, but with an edge, sometimes
Too sharp. Read your poems
To me, mine to you. Think of us in a dark
Room, me slowly unbuttoning my shirt,
You’re on fire, that should do it.
© slovitt 2023
what a woman this Z something between Kim and Sharon, 9 1/2 weeks and basic instinct, so far this female character is the most sexual of all your poems about women of your life.
well written piece.
OMG!!! I think I need to lie down in a darkened room.
There is something SO erotic about the shortened terse sentences, the anger, (subdued passion) then the last three accusatory lines…
I am no poetry expert by anybody’s thinking…but I know what leaves a mental picture on my inner retina and a feeling in my body.
Good poetry should do that sort of thing .
Alison: i have to think that you walk around almost sizzling. you are a great reader of my poems, and have always been, so being able to get on my wavelength, again, and again, may be as much indictment as compliment. she’s probably read this and modestly, with fevered eyes, nodded yes. anyway, thanks for your enthusiasm. Swep
Walking around sizzling! That made me laugh out loud. No I am just in touch with my feelings and emotions thank God. I hope I remain so engaged until I am pushing up the daisies. 😉
I don’t know how to live any other way I’m afraid.
I am glad you feel I read your poems well.