A tribute or a response to Edna St. Vincent Millay's “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why.” 

Portrait of a Woman

What men has she slept with, and where, and how;

She’s almost forgotten their names, their faces

One thing that comes to her memory now

Is the throbbing between her legs, the spaces

That were meant to be filled with thrust in bliss.

She knows loneliness is the scourge of life;

She will tumble and fall into an abyss,

And break down in pieces when she’s in strife.

To keep dejection far from her, she needs

Some arms under her head, some wrapped around

Her bulging body. She wolfishly feeds

On lips, on mouths—always more to be found.

Deep down, she knows sex cannot always nurse

Her soul. Wantonness only makes things worse.



Bibek Adhikari

Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-07-26 at 14:13

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent work, fluent and confident iambic. I note the debt to Millay in the first line, but otherwise this is very much your own poem. And a fine poem it is!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting, well-written response. Fun rhymes. Edna's poem expresses only regret that the good times have passed. Yours is a little judgmental.