When the very use of poetry is a beeline to bed.


Inclination


You happened to read
some words of mine
just zeros and ones
on a pc-screen

within moments
they invaded
your reptile brain
and sent tingles
down your spine

words, each harmless,
together, ran hot lava
and created a volcano
in the hollow in side

you're inclined to my words
and my inclination
is to kneel and worship
all of you

and not with words
the tongue has other uses



Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-07-06 at 10:23

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Rob Graber
A great erotic piece! After the witty stanza four, the poem's very last line stikes me as maybe overly "graphic," but that's to quibble; I really enjoy this write.
2007-07-06