For V's day, I was reading ee cummings' poem "i like my body when it is with your body..." and then I came here and read your poem. You know, your first stanza has a lot of parallels with cummings' little ditty. In case you're unfamiliar, I'll stick it here for your perusal.
Nice work btw, love the twisted ending.
ee cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
Sherry,
I usually read more into poetry than I am meant to.
But that is where it and the "musk" in your poem lead me to.
I'll just blame it on your unconscious. A Freudian thing!
I prefer it the way I see it too, by the way.
So I'll leave it that way.
Matj
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Thanks for posting the ee cummings poem. I had not seen it before.
I particularly like the line "Muscles better and nerves more." It's a very
compact poem. His use of the phrase "electric fur" gave me pause for
thought, but I guess he's just trying to add to the excitement of the moment.