Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together

Sunday, October 15, 2006


And you wonder why a poem has the ability to turn into a novel
The first drop of words are incensed with passion clay
There are never any leftovers
No anorexia of readers
Every poet wants to screw a noun,
verb or pronoun
To name their poem their bitch
Or SHE prefers for him to build her a strong drink
Without the use of vodka
To spill distraction down her ankles
No protection needed to penetrate her audience
With moans and sighs
Her clit will purr regardless of the time
She’ll be turned on by the wetness of his game
Can a poem have that kind of skill?
Turn her stenographic clit into a novel?
Her fetish grin tells him what she likes
she sees from the mirrored ceiling how his poem
grows a kinky tale
softly he bites her navel
flips her around
spank her firm cheeks until her wetness tells him
she is ready for another stanza
she aches for the next set of reverie
he scribbles his name on her swollen nipples
write DOWN metaphors in her opening
jotting successive pages in circles
he is fearless
never stopping
finding words even further
something emerge from her screams
a river drafting lines of pleasure
slipping his rhythm
he improvise a slam very slowly
slams her soil with quivers
she flows sweetly into his poem like honey
he taste her gravity
too heavy to call poetry
strong enough to create chapters
he turns into a novel

©10/2006 by C. Delaleu


iron said...

wow...had to read this one twice. deep and erotic. i love it!

fallen angel said...

"And you wonder why a poem has the ability to turn into a novel..."

mmmm hmmmmm....i've often wondered the same thing ms. delaleu...until i started blogging and writing more frequently. now, i wonder how poems keep from writing themselves and taking over your life!

Joy said...

I held my breath during this one, I could really relate myself to this. Amazing choice of words.
Superb Delaleu!

constance said...

I love this one as well. It's very beautifully written. I browsed through the previous posts that I've missed and I can relate to what you've written on Oct 7th...

Anonymous said...

You have always had a way with creating very vivid descriptions

Scott said...

That is hot! Wow.


Nique said...

Speechless, this was an amazing post. I really, really, really liked it.

Libra Moon Goddess said...

Looooove the image Dela!!!!! Where did you borrow this from?

"she flows sweetly into his poem like honey"

Mmmmmmmm... sensuous...

Libra Moon

Delaleuverses said...

Thank you all, I am feeling the love here and it feels gooooooooood

Miss Libra I don't recall the website, I will check out for you, hope I can find it again.

Orange Blossom Goddess (aka Heather) said...

very deep~love the accompanying photo.

TequilaGuy said...

Awesome! I love this one!

fuzzy said...

I really like this piece. The artwork reached out to me also. I dont know why but this one I really REALLY like...

Kimberley said...

Great detailed work I really enjoyed your blog I am reading little by little so as to enjoy!

Crafty Green Poet said...

"And you wonder why a poem has the ability to turn into a novel..."

When I read that phrase, i thought no, no poem of mine would become a novel because its complete in itself, then I read the rest of your poem and I understood!

Ananda said...

fabulous. a new way of looking at the poem giving birth to novel. peace and love, ananda