Made of Dragon's Breath

She's near enough to feel

but far too close to see

I know the form

and the excited heat

the shape of the body

beneath the sheet

The grasping, the getting

the taking and giving

the wanting and the having

the cold-sweat-feet

Exclamations of exultation

a want of cheap sensation

It takes imagination

to thrash hot meat

The slither and slide

of this flesh-pot grind

is less an act of worship

than a state of mind

Less an act of love

but a symptom of a fever

worked-up from a vision

of the teaser and the pleaser

and the follow-my-leader

To be up-close-and-personal

with the Devil's desire

To jump into the fire

of a funeral pyre

Made of dragon's breath

is lust

from a thirst for quenching feeling

to a feeling quenched of trust

Emancipation of dessication 

finds ironic salvation

in a momentary elation

then an empty husk

Beside a crust of sweat-dried leather

and a sack of bulbous flesh

a heap of skin untethered 

and a bed of fattened mess

A devastation of degradation

in a warm puddle of guilt

From where? For whom?

For why? you cry

Desecration of a womb?

Desolation of the soul

in which you're making room

for more of what you felt before

and less the feeling after?

A space for love and none for a w***e?

Or a cut for a bleeding plaster?

Reviews

[Abdul Aziz]

Brutal, and to the point. Your words cut through all artificial affectations of society and present an unadulterated view.
"Emancipation of dessication

finds ironic salvation

in a momentary elation

then an empty husk"
Brilliant. Prople sell themselves (figuratively and sometimes literally) for this momentary elation, not thinking about the void it leaves afterward.

[vlhunter]

I'm usually not a reader who indulges herself in poems about sex or lust, especially in a "forceful" or "brutal" way like other reviewers have noted, but I was exploring your work as a newcomer and decided to read it. It's quite intriguing the way you present both sides of the situation and discuss all the emotion of sex, because let's face it - there is no separating the two. But with my subjective view out of the way, the poem had beautiful flow and was so well written. It's easy to understand even for readers who aren't familiar with poetry. There is something that compels you to keep reading. Imagery - phenomenal. Rhythm - on point. Word choice - pristine. You have quite a talent my friend; please keep writing.

[Devons]

You do me great honour with such unabashed words. Thank you very much indeed. Readers (and writers) such as you are what makes the point of writing truly worthwhile.

[vlhunter]

Unabashed is my specialty, my fellow writer and reader. The pleasure is all mine.

[Maja]

The way you write your poems is absolutely spellbinding. The sense of urgency in this poem is evident; it felt hot and rushed and continuously reading it from start to finish has its own form of ecstasy. I'm not lying; my heartbeat sped up as I immersed myself in the reading of this poem. I actually felt tired. And that is the sort of thing that I look for when I read a poem; the thrill and the concentrated emotion that words bring in a well-written poem is like a drug of its own. Wonderful, wonderful work.

[Devons]

Your review produces its own form of ecstasy. I will now be drugged for a while. Thank you, my friend.

[thundershine]

Very sensual, I like the passion behind the words.

[Devons]

Well, it certainly wasn't meant to be romantic but I'm glad you found a sensual interpretation in something so brutal. Thank you .

[thundershine]

passion as in "desire" :p

[Devons]

Yeah, that's absolutely right. I was just surprised you found it "sensual". No criticism intended. ;p

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Devons,

Such a struggle, filled with guilt and no small measure of repulsion, between the lust of sex and a deeper, purer love. I find I must separate the two. They are not to be confused. Each is what it is and has its place without need of apologies. I have ravenous hunger for food at times as well, and terrible need for drink or sleep. These are what they are. Hunger does not degrade food. Thirst does not degrade water, and lust does not degrade your partner as a person. If properly appreciated, sex simply embellishes true love by increasing pleasure and sharing. But I understand this struggle. It is a common one and often we let the lust dominate and when that happens, the love is cheapened.

This was an interesting read that contained a very tangible struggle that was gripping.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Devons]

Thank you, and I much appreciate the erudite analysis. It is a subjective poem in many ways, but many people would say that the love and sex are not separate - this is something which I have long disagreed with, essentially. This poem is a polemic of that view.
Thank you!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Desperately lusty- hot- sad because no love is found, your writing is always honest, frank, to the point, yes, brutal many times and also amazing.

Chloe

[Poetic Justice]

Gosh yes..you are brutal..LOL..you made it all dirty...but a little dirty is ok...!!

[Devons]

I bet you say that to all the boys...

[Poetic Justice]

;)

[Ruth]

The passion behind your words has always left me in awe dear friend, each word rolls into the next with effortless grace, always a pleasure to read you xoxo

[Devons]

Thank you, PS! It's good to hear from you again. You are always appreciative. And it's a relief to see a little activity from someone...!

[Ruth]

Most welcome love and its good to read you again, hope all is well? :) xo

[Antonio Valentino]

love your talent for having the sound of each word bouncing off each other like notes of a song and yet without a structured rhyme of any sort.. a worthy meaning with a nice and free flowing like pieces of a musical puzzle..

raw, intense, real, and fresh..

some pretty impressive scribblin here my friend..

:)

[Devons]

My thanks, fellow wordsmith. Good to hear from you again. Silence begins to break.

[Antonio Valentino]

and good to read you again my friend.. time is finally allowing me more free time to peruse and squiggle.. :)