"Corina Climbs My Legs"

She laughs and she's drunk
Her short blonde hair
Sticks straight out
When she shakes her head "no"
Dancing in the grass
Her mouth finds the beat
My body repeats

"Who do you like?!"
She asks again
I draw on the vodka bottle and smile
"Me," I say

She tackles me, growling
I fall back in green fur
Spilling spirits on my shirt
Her head is at my belt
And she's grinning
She army-crawls up
Rests her chin on my chest
And says,

"Kiss me."

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

Reading through several of your pieces tonight and the cohesion between all I've had the pleasure of consuming is that they are all stunningly visual...nearly blindingly so. Your ability to illustrate with razor sharp edges is like an entire novel in 20 words or less. You write in 3-D. No need for the s****y glasses. I'm in.

CM

[Nia Hope]

Interesting poem I'm a bit curious to see where this goes. Great job :)

[Tree]

I came across this poem a while ago but I didn't get around to commenting on it, but I made a mental note to get back to it. This is just natural, pulls at me, maybe it elicits a similar memory of my own, somewhere. But the moment you give us here plays like a loop, continuously. and that's what a damn good poem does, it lingers...

[victoria]

the imagery devine in the details...from the moment I shook my head ''no'' I became her...stunning write that captures a moment so perfectly well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a moment you captured here...

and the climax? "kiss me"

love that...always felt kissing was something special...and you make it that here...

"she army-crawls up" love that line...

i like the teasing here, and the spilling of emotions, figuratively and literally.

[h d e rushin]

you can use eroticism as a form of maturation with all of it's physiological and
structural changes. your an artist sir who can and will construct these confusing,
intricate networks of passages and physical celebrations. I have yet (perhaps
because of my persnickety upbrigging) to introduce the intellectual condition
of two people making love. that takes an artist.

and as I mentioned, your quite an artist.
nicely written,
dana

[J_Star]

This poem is soaked in a luminous green that makes me think of the peeling burn of absinthe

[Neville]

A fantastic title that just screams out 'read me, come on I dare you'

You either have an incredible memory for erotic minutia and a knack for reconstructing it simply yet masterfully or a great imagination and ability to capture moments for others to enjoy. Thank you, N