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Trapped


Trapped

You snared me in your
Web of affection and lust.
All I can do is
Lie beside you with your arms
Pinning me down on this bed.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I can never remember the lie/lay rule. Something something definite article reference something? I think I got it right.

found on wikipedia

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Passion


Let’s start with a definition again, shall we? That was fun for Obsession.

passionn.
1. any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate
2. strong amorous feeling or desire; love; ardor

I think that’ll do just fine.  Now it is time for poetry!

Passion

It is not for you
The sublime wonder of
Passion

Electric, stunning, through
Hands crackling with heat
Whispering along nerves alight with
Desire

Lips that sear words on
Collarbone, neck, shoulder
Engraving deeply through skin
Rapture

Gently ravaging
Devouring the senses
Sweat trickling from secret pores
Passion

Denied from you save in sleep
Where the mind writes scrips,
Films hours of limitless
Lust

With strangers turned lovers
Acquaintances become your canvas
Painting scenes with brilliant nights of
Ardour

Unguarded stolen moments
Between shifts and classes
You cannot help wanting
Passion

Hearts pounding in time
Drawing graffiti with red nails, press a
Stamp of ownership with careless teeth, tasting
Fire

Sweet and bitter
Salty sweat and tears
The rhythm and harmony of
Desire

You can smell it in her eyes
His fingers hear your
Passion

Engraving painting filming
Lust

Envelops ravages triumphs
Rapture

Denied but yearning for
Passion.

© Bridget Noonan, 2008, 2011.

Really, I might as well just call it Sex. Then again, I’m trying to show, not tell.

Well, if this doesn’t do it for ya, how about some music? This is… my favourite song in the history of our sweet planet so far. Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.
Apparently it is in one of the Twilight movies?  I have opinions on the movie, and the books, and Stephanie Meyer’s idea of a female role model being a witless worm dependent on her man (or any man she comes across, dead or alive) for protection and to think for her. Note to those who like Edward: stalking is not romantic, and it never will be; if you like the idea of someone you barely know sneaking into your room at night to watch you sleep, please seek professional help. Anyway. So if you like Twilight, good for you. If you hate Twilight, great for you. That song is amazing regardless.

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Past Regrets, or Shy


I find it’s helpful to write down things that have bothered me from the past. Just to help exorcise a particular memory’s hold on me, or pin down exactly why it still …aches in bad weather, is the best analogy I have. So here’s one that I wrote after reading this poem.

Past Regrets 

There was a time
when all I thought about was
you.
I dreamed and wished,
hoped and begged for
you to look up and notice
me.

I,
too shy to speak,
would never say the
reasons for my intense
scrutiny of your face,
your hands, your laugh.

The reasons would
surely
have alienated
you-

Right?

Regret at inaction
tastes
much worse
than regret at action.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Past Regrets is a working title that will likely be changed. Suggestions? I’m thinking something long and pretentious, and more than a little bit gay. Like, Same-Sex Stirrings at Secondary School, or something equally alliterative. Not that I was exactly thinking of high school while writing this. Rather more recent. But still. Maybe, Lover Dares Not Speak Her Name.

…haha, all of the things I’m thinking of sound like the titles of really terrible lesbian erotica written by fourteen year-old girls.  Okay time to stop this stream-of-consciousness nonsense before I mention any more. Soon I’ll have to put some kind of mature content warning on my blog, which would be just tragic.

Maybe I’ll just call it Shy.

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