The Skin on the Drum

 

The Skin on the Drum

 

I heard the skin on the drum

Has been worn paper thin

By your persistently lusting

And your longing for him

 

I was also informed

That you opened your legs

For a brief moment in time

Another memory preserved

In a bowl of quick-lime

 

But

 

When the wrapping is worth more

Than what it once contained

All such pleasure is lost

And only anger remains

Along with the pain of his leaving 

 

And so my dear friend

There is no escape

From the dangerous grip

The quest for the Grail

Or the lure of her hips

 

Then without more ado

We should cut to the chase

With more speed and less haste

Because I’ve waited so long

To be rid of your taste

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

YOW! I'm certainly glad we never met back when I was a razor-tongued wench . . . I'm afraid we might've gotten into a few rowdy back-and-forths . . . perhaps like this? *wink! wink!* Way back when, nothing felt better than to lambaste someone who really deserved it. Reading this, I get a vicarious thrill along those same lines. But fortunately now I've been mostly tamed (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

thank you Margie.. these words just need a brief airing before a major re-fit... Nug ya too

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know how I missed this gem of a poem.
"Another memory preserved
In a bowl of quick-lime"
The above statement. Raw and perfect. Thank you Neville for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

I am more than grateful to you Coyote... good things come to those who wait patiently... Seasons Best my brother, poet and friend N

[Sami Khalil]

"I was also informed

That you opened your legs

For a brief moment in time

Another memory preserved

In a bowl of quick-lime



But



When the wrapping is worth more

Than what it once contained

All such pleasure is lost

And only anger remains

Along with the pain of his leaving"
Wow. I was blown away by the power of those words and this dark but good write...AGT

[Neville]

Bless ya Sami, your words are truly appreciated my Friend. All Good Things, N

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...AGT

[R J Askew]

I love the time/quick lime pairing. The notion of the bowl of quick lime is sweet for its sheer piquancy. I also like the notion of the wrapping being all that's left when what was once contained is gone as we so often cling greedily to our lustful notions. Also like the haste/taste pairing. The notion of quick-lime/haste also works well and contrasts with the slowness of the skin wearing thin.

[Neville]

Many thanks Ron, you are a Gent indeed & have just made my day. AGT's, N

[Wórdsmíth]

And so my dear friend
There is no escape
From the dangerous grip
The quest for the Grail
Or the lure of her hips....this stanza that you've got just pretty awesome to read...idea was great to drop here. Liked this one too, again' you've got me man.
well written

[Neville]

Your comments are truly appreciated Nick, many thanks indeed. All Good Things, Neville

[Sourav]

Very gripping and kid of dark write. Depiction is awesome!

[Neville]

Many thanks Sourav, you are very kind. All Good Things, Neville

[Steven]

'I’ve waited so long
To be rid of your taste'

Who can't relate to that? Nice write.

[Neville]

Many thanks, I am most grateful Steven. All Good Things, Neville

[Frieda P]

Holy, you got down and dirty with this one...you breathe acrimony and bitter resentment into each and every word here. Raw and deliberate, good read.

[Neville]

Much appreciated Frieda, feel free to stop by again. All Good Things, Neville

[Frieda P]

My pleasure and I'll be sure to do that Neville.

[Neville]

No, I beg to differ. The pleasure is all mine Frieda & be sure, I will reciprocate within the near future. All Good Things again, My friend, N

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well at least you are keeping busy and keeping me busy. This I have read previously andf it fits with your style of dark animosity. Always thought provoking and graphic!

[Neville]

Thank you John, dark animosity eh! Who is she?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Someone you once fucked in a field in rural France my dear poet!