180 degrees of awakening

we learn to live months like this

rooms kept/ unkempt & unused.

hot & cold, luke warm & cool

like a tapeworm. in the morning

I wake up almost violently, a headache

the remnants of an unfinished argument.

but you wake up peacefully   warm

with sex; always gently waking me up -

your grumpy bum

with a hard on.

 

                                    accepting that the day

will stay incomprehensible for

another fifteen minutes, I find

myself learning that

I am so many different types of nakedness

in front of you, even when

just staring at the ceiling.

      about the ceiling, if I stared at it any more

I would be a prostitute-

carefully dodging morning light, which strikes

the k-mart dishes I still haven’t done,

glazing the room like olive oil.

tasting movement around me

i almost look for you   but you are

a shadow/ a second too late

& i am left with the taste of

your breasts in my mouth,

like ripened mangoes

peeling at the lightest touch.

Reviews

[DevilsNeedLove2]

The brilliance of this poem intimidates me almost as much as it moves me. I've had this in my library for days and days, waiting until I had the perfect thing to say. I've come to the conclusion that's never going to happen. I cannot express how amazing I think this is; the only thing I can manage to come up with is: wow.

[Samith Pich]

Thank you for all your wonderful reviews :)

[THE LOST ROSE]

I am so sorry that this has taken so long for me to read and review. Lyrical sends me poetry to read and every one of them are great. This is fantastic! I must read you other work. I am blown away with the depth and the moment that oozed out of this piece. This has been my loss all this time not reading this. It was right beneath my nose the whole time. Great write...please continue the next moment in your life.

[Lyrical Love]

SAMITH,
YOUR ABILITY TO CREATE SUCH A GREAT PIECE...WILL DEFINITELY LEAD ME TO READ YOUR OTHER WORK TOO.
AWESOME IMAGERY!
ENJOYED-TOTALLY!
THANK YOU, LYRICAL

[emmajoy]

This is almost surreal, contradictions here and there and I so like that. You've used, created, wonderful phrases, lines...

'I am so many different types of nakedness
in front of you, even when
just staring at the ceiling.'

'the k-mart dishes I still haven't done,
glazing the room like olive oil.
tasting movement around me'

Yes, yes, I can understand.

Thanks for sharing yet another of your finely created poems.

[Dulce de Leche]

There are so many good lines in this one. One of the other reviewers quoted all my favorites. This is very dark and Bukowski-ish. The tapeworm thing was deliciously gross.

[PianoandPage]

amazing lines. fantastic images. the first stanza left me a bit confuzzled.

some of my favorite lines

"I am so many different types of nakedness"

"glazing the room like olive oil"

"your breasts in my mouth,
like ripened mangoes
peeling at the lightest touch."

*jealous*

[Emily B]

Samith,
Your words evoked great colorful images. Your brushstrokes are undeniable whether in word or paint.

I find

myself learning that

I am so many different types of nakedness [that is a super-nova line, one I wished I had thought of]

I really love this.