Dust Bowls

I am wild inside,
a breeze that
whips across
tranquility pools

My limbs, yours
to uncoil and
reshape around
your torso

so that threshing
we whip up
dust bowls
of desire

and shower ourselves
divest ourselves
become just atoms
floating on atmosphere

my sphere open
orbitting into
a space for
you to take

each tracing mark
of vapour I
imbibe on us
slaking need

To such end
my beast befriends
and engorged
we cheer and toast

quaffing at the most
delicious fayre
a spread that makes
this our banquet

and sup my love
please sup
hearty and proud
my devil incarnate

who pierces me
with gimlet eye
and I, a ferocious
fiery being

placed within the
circle of light
and fights its
way to victory.

How immoderately
we shall be and
later spent, sated
I'll take my fill

again



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-14 at 19:47

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Ivan R
Amazing, remarkable, dangerous, sexy and fuckin great
2016-05-20


Nancy Sikora
Beautifully "in the moment." And somehow, for me, this conjures up Renaissance-like images: a canopy bed, red velvet, a silver chalice.
2016-05-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Elle, though I feel a little like a voyeur. Pay no attention to that man peering into your window.
2016-05-16


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
why do we let go of these dust bowls?

beautiful.
2016-05-15


Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a genre of love poetry that is honourably erotic and this is such a piece. From Catullus to D.H. Lawrence, poets and writers have tried to express how it feels to be in love both emotionally and sexually, and for myself, your 'Dust Bowls', Elle, clearly floweth over.

Chris
2016-05-14