Friday, August 20, 2010

Infliction

I fondly think of her
and how she makes desire stir
with one strategic stab
existence seems a bit less drab
she gets beneath my skin
transforming grimace into grin
and grinds between my bones
eliciting exquisite moans
with sharp intensity
she radiates through all of me
the fierce imperative
to grasp each day and truly live!

13 comments:

Systematic Weasel said...

An interesting poem! Great post!

-Weasel =)

Just Me said...

Interesting poem, great read!

brenda w said...

I like the rhyme. the use of desire and stab, grimace and grin works well. Nice work!
~Brenda

Carrie Burtt said...

Love can seem to be an infliction sometimes can't it? This is a wonderful poem for the prompt.
:-)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Robert,
I really like your words. Very evocative and full of emotion.

Some pain involved....

Eileen

Lynette Killam said...

I love the immediacy of this poem...the desire to really live each day, not just put in time!

I also very much enjoy the very witty comments you leave on my page..they make me smile...:)

dcwright02 said...

a very interesting post... not bad! thanks for sharing

Mary said...

Proof that love IS sometimes painful!

Diane T said...

I agree with Mary. Love can be so painful sometimes. We hurt, hurt, hurt. Well written!

Templeton's fury said...

this spoke to me. well done!

Dimps said...

Hello Bob,

"she gets beneath my skin"
Nice!

And the best part is that so many people left comments on this one!
Good, great, fantastic :)

Regards,
Dimps

rch said...

Hey everybody, sorry I was not feeling too well and have been using what time I've had to read your great submissions.

Hmmm, interesting seems to be a common theme among comments, but what if I were to tell you that the speaker in the poem was talking about Pain itself?

Ellie said...

I love how visual you made it! Desire, stab, infliction...it remind me of love n' hate. The torn, twist of emotions we feel~ Really well done~