Here be Dragons!

beneath the down, warm slick ridges yield to pressure, fingers tracing the lines written with rattan
curving up the slope, straining for the summit, plunging off the crest deep into the shadowed depths
the geography of your body is a cartographer’s dream, all thoroughly explored by disciplined surveying

paper crackles when I step
an old Esso map
creases worn thin
a souvenir of our last road trip, back when we had few responsibilities and fewer cares, our only goals to fuck
then fuck some more

sliding under the covers, morning cock crowing, driving forward between the parted hillocks
remembering the first time we plunged into Terra Incognita, the dark tunnel resisting eager efforts
the hiss you make now, reminds me of the hot springs, a memory of long ago when a map still excited us

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17 thoughts on “Here be Dragons!

  1. Marie Rebelle November 15, 2017 / 1:58 pm

    I really love how you have done this, LS, not only the structure of the poem but also the nostalgia and good memories you have captured in it. Lovely!

    Rebel xox

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    • lurvspanking November 15, 2017 / 2:59 pm

      Thanks, Rebel. I wanted to write a poem since I saw the prompt on Sat. It took until yesterday to actually create.

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  2. Ina Morata November 15, 2017 / 2:11 pm

    So beautifully soulful; it left me with shivers.
    Please write more erotic poetry. It’s always so emotive, accomplished and astute: I love it so much.

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    • lurvspanking November 15, 2017 / 3:00 pm

      I will consider it. I do miss writing poetry. My poetic style is so different from my fiction, the transition is difficult to make.

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      • Ina Morata November 15, 2017 / 3:02 pm

        Yes, I completely understand that difficulty. I wonder if dedicating an extended period of time to one then the other may be beneficial.

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  3. Mrs Fever November 15, 2017 / 4:25 pm

    Oh, I love this! A map of memories…

    Beautiful.

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    • lurvspanking November 16, 2017 / 11:28 am

      Thank you. Our bodies retain the lines of our past.

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  4. naughtynora November 15, 2017 / 5:03 pm

    Driving forward between the parted hillocks….you are genius, my friend πŸ™‚

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    • lurvspanking November 16, 2017 / 11:29 am

      It’s interesting, nora, that a phrase in prose such as that would be labeled ‘purple’, but parted hillocks in poem is ‘genius’. πŸ™‚

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  5. Jo November 15, 2017 / 11:31 pm

    “Our only goals to fuck, then fuck some more” captures my current relationship status. This is gorgeous writing – I love love love the semantics and form!!!

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    • lurvspanking November 16, 2017 / 11:33 am

      Is this current relationship meeting your needs then? Thank you for your love of writing. I appreciate the enthusiasm for form.

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      • Jo November 16, 2017 / 7:39 pm

        It is, in many, many ways. I was being cheeky. πŸ˜€

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          • Jo November 18, 2017 / 12:02 am

            Yessssss – always the response I hope for!!!

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  6. Indigo November 16, 2017 / 8:20 am

    Beautiful writing, lovely story, so poignant too! More poems please…
    Indie xx

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    • lurvspanking November 16, 2017 / 11:34 am

      Thanks, Indigo. I will certainly write more poems them πŸ™‚

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