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| Charles Levenstein
Member Username: chucklev Post Number: 77 Registered: 12-2001 |
Erotic Poems I can’t write erotic poems; impaired or obscure, my fantasies don’t ride down dark alleys or into plush bedrooms. I flinch at the thought of leather straps and once when I was invited to spank a friend I cringed (I regret) in judgment, but what can I say, I tried many ups and downs and ins and outs when young, now I am happy for the cushioned bed and Friday afternoons with sweet wife, and as she knows I never take the dates for granted, I am grateful for her favors. ++ Once I loved a gangly girl, all bones and white skin, she was the experienced one and tried one night to dance for me, I was such a bookish boy I didn’t know a thing, I had a general idea but even when we broke the lazy-boy recliner with our antics, I still had only vague ideas about what we were doing with what and to whom with that, she smiled with intense blue eyes and said she’d teach me, I was a slow learner. ++ Once I loved an olive-skinned beauty, she captured me on the way back from an anarchists’ convention and I was enthralled by her arms and legs and curly hair, I am still sad about losing her but I was a broken man by the time we met, I could not love so well because my heart was spitted, my spirit was in tatters. She did try, she touched me sometimes gently, other times with ferocity, but my skin fought back, I was barbed wire and dry crusts of bread. ++ Once a tall woman said you seem to like small ones, and I was shocked because I saw suddenly that she who appeared long, even willowy, in bed, stretched to the fullest in happy ecstasy, or rising in white silk seemed to me to last forever, but not to others. In the practical world of objective observers, she was flannel shirted and in jeans, her ankles were even a little thick, it was the juts and angles of her face that kept you on your toes. ++ I remember one erotic night, damped light, mind pillowed by dope, time and place lost: I was sheltering a temporary nymph from an awful ogre, and she stayed with me all night, we touched and tasted, played at vinyasas, restorative positions and others requiring much energy, she had thin unnaturally blond hair and soft skin, she was small and she may have been the last of a summer season. In the morning she was gone and I was accused by a bitter friend of being a predictable slut. ++ And dreams of course are different from fantasies. I dream and dream, nights are filled with stories, flight, chases, once he (whoever he was) walked the terrace of a dark palace, he seethed with jealousy, she (whoever she was) was off with friends, he was sure they were lovers, but she had promised if not with words with black eyes and hand that took his hand to her lips, when he finally found her he made her swear, he made her fall to her knees and pray, he would not kiss her because he was so filled with passion and anger. There was a big moon. ++ And once he was with this same black eyed one in a sun filled room, it was afternoon and they had broken away from the events of the day, they made love on linen sheets, the down of comforters was so thick, they touched and rolled and when he entered her there was no question that this was a dream but not a dream, they would not forget this place, this room, the warmth of the sun. Such dreams are dangerous and so he woke and could not sleep again. ++ I cannot write erotic poems but merely report from the crevasses between many lives, the day and night, the truth of dreams and waking. An old man once told me I was engrossed with power and sublimated to sex, fucking a metaphor for politics of a certain sort, so I should be careful with my dreams. Macchiavelli was a better guide than Freud, he said, for the likes of me. I benefited from the insight. | ||
| marty
Advanced Member Username: marty Post Number: 706 Registered: 10-2003 |
Sir Charles, WOW! This is one incredible poem..so much spirit, so much energy, so much passion reined in, but all told in a very soft and even tender way. Thanks for sharing this! I benefited from the insight! | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 5628 Registered: 07-2001 |
Chuck, perhaps the top of the short poem list. Well crafted, well worded. Be pleased, very. Smiles. Gary The Eye of the Coming Storm http://www.mindfirerenew.com/ | ||
| Dale McLain
Advanced Member Username: sparklingseas Post Number: 1569 Registered: 11-2004 |
Charles~ I am not often a fan of long poetry, but this delighted me more with each stanza! Vey well written. Wonderful! take care~dale | ||
| Charles Levenstein
Member Username: chucklev Post Number: 79 Registered: 12-2001 |
Thank you, Wild friends! I was feeling frustrated because Arlene Ang had put out a call for erotic poems for a special supplement to Niederngasse -- but I couldn't do it!! Chuck | ||
| Kathy Paupore
Senior Member Username: kathy Post Number: 2667 Registered: 12-2003 |
Charles, erotic understatement. Well done. Looks to me like you've done it!  K | ||
| R D McManes
Advanced Member Username: mac Post Number: 166 Registered: 03-2001 |
Hi Chuck, enjoyed the read. Mac | ||
| Morgan Lafay
Intermediate Member Username: morganlafay Post Number: 877 Registered: 08-2005 |
Erotically, simply beautiful. I'm breathless. | ||
| Emusing
Moderator Username: emusing Post Number: 2159 Registered: 08-2003 |
From the awkward beginnings (the awkward voice fools you) to the sophisticated musing of a mature man I enjoyed the encounters, meanderings. Sensual philosophy! What a surprise! E | ||
| michael julius sottak
Advanced Member Username: julius Post Number: 1806 Registered: 12-2003 |
Charles, I like how this slaps face between raw sensuality and starkness of life. (and I wonder, how did I miss this guy?... I saw your work in Poets Gone Wild, but didn't recognize your name. I've been at sea too long....do my best to answer old friends, amigo... try my best to read all... and can't accomplish either...tick toc...) thanks j | ||
| Lazarus
Valued Member Username: lazarus Post Number: 229 Registered: 10-2005 |
...What E said about the progression...what Mike said about the starkeness...beautiful poem all the way through. Made me want to write better errotic poems, and live them. | ||
| LJ Cohen
Moderator Username: ljc Post Number: 3400 Registered: 07-2002 |
Chuck--it is so good to see you here again. After all, I have you to thank for guiding me to Wild so many moons ago. I enjoyed this read--epic and gentle. This line alone, worth the price of admission: Such dreams are dangerous and so he woke and could not sleep again. best, ljc http://ljcbluemuse.blogspot.com/ | ||
| M. Kathryn Black
Senior Member Username: kathryn Post Number: 2857 Registered: 09-2002 |
Chuck, I am blown away by the perfection of this poem; you should submit it. Best, Kathryn | ||
| Charles Levenstein
Member Username: chucklev Post Number: 91 Registered: 12-2001 |
Friends, I am glad you have enjoyed this poem -- I sent it off to an e-zine -- We'll see what happens. Chuck | ||
| ~M~
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 5903 Registered: 11-1998 |
I was going to chastise you at first, Charles, for posting erotica in a public forum. But then I saw that you cannot write erotica. *LOL* Seriously, this was both honest and tender in its admissions and outlook. A very heartwarming read -- intelligent, perceptive and engaging. There was even wit I very much enjoyed: "Macchiavelli was a better guide than Freud, he said, for the likes of me. I benefited from the insight." And so have I. Thanks. | ||
| Charles Levenstein
Member Username: chucklev Post Number: 92 Registered: 12-2001 |
Thank you, M. I did worry about posting this here -- but it really isn't erotic. Much. Chuck |
