All Roads of Poetry Lead to Truth
Whether you like it or not
Melanie J. hang in there I promised you my next feature would feature you and this will, just bear with my creative process. Dr. Fatima Imam I am going to feature you as well in this piece — trust my process. Esther George does. I love you fEg and I want everyone to know it and I hope all patriarchal ass holes are jealous of our love.
This is my third installment of personally curated poetry of others
from the 30-day challenge
remonstrated by the resplendent Romanian raptor of real-life romance, Diana C. — and this piece by her provides a wonderful ignition point for a non-tangential tangent:
(speaking of tangents, hi Spyder, you would really honor Diana more by reading stories outside of KTHT and I am not insulting you and don’t give a shit if you think I am) Diana accepted this tanka of mine into her uber-spiritual pub, KTHT, despite her head-scratching misgivings about my use of the word FUCKING:
Day 19: Love is multifaceted Day 20: Doing what makes the heart sing
Sex like love diamond Many angles to explore We are fucking hard Yet passionate kissing while Enterlocked makes my heart sing
There are so many layers to my decoder:
So, a gem-quality diamond is multifaceted. I can admire it from many angles, as I can a woman’s body, especially and intimately during sex. The third line has a lot to say. Diamonds are hard. Love is hard. Sex is hard, especially from many angles; is best when I am very hard, and some women like to be fucked hard. Then we shift to the lower poem. I prefer gentle but firm lovemaking and I love kissing my partner passionately, and if I am in love with her, that makes my heart sing.
So this next spiritually sexual tanka of mine in response to the 30-day challenge had to be housed elsewhere because men are stupid fucking ignoramuses and assumed that Convergence was an opening to soil spiritual love with pornography:
French kissing nerves rich Listen for responsiveness She holds my head’s place Contractions grasp my finger(s) Ecstatic expansion nears
That piece received resplendent reviews from women and not a peep from men. Good!!!
This quote from anonymous, for now, is the epitome of spiritual erotica:
The wind outside sings its songs, stirring emotions. It announces its presence through the open window, sending the curtains dancing to the breeze. I smile to myself and turn to look at you. You’re engrossed in a book, you didn’t notice I’m staring.
I trace your pretty lips with my eyes and imagine them going down on me. My hand reaches out to stroke your thigh, waking, urging, rousing your senses. I’m mesmerized by you, from the depth of your eyes to the gentle expressions of your facial features, a mental snapshot that will forever etch in the gallery of my mind. Your beauty radiates outward as if your soul shines through your skin.
You turn towards me and smile, turning away for a fraction of a second to place the book on the nightstand. Your body slides back down under the covers. I close my eyes, feeling furtive fingers reaching out to touch a nipple, making it hard like you always do.
You pull me close. I can hear you breathing in my ears, the subtle excitement building with each exhale. Sparks are flying as we come together, igniting the moment. A frisson of anticipation runs through my body when your hand reaches down, your fingers sliding softly in and out of me. A soft moan escapes my mouth.
The tethering of our bodies makes my heart dance as the rush of endorphins floods my brain. I feel your hardness against my body as your lips find mine. The sound of our moaning grace the air creating a melody serenading our souls.
Our kisses are wet and furious, like a heavy downpour that drenches our skins. My eyes gently look up to you, begging softly. I roll to the side and up on my knees, arching my back. You’re quick to respond, getting behind me with your hardness, teasing, exploring, probing, finding its way in. I surrender completely to your lead.
You’re gentle one moment, suddenly hard and fast, all at once. This dance is the coming together of two lovers, with energy radiating brightness in and on each other like spiral spectrums, igniting our world with joyful brilliance.
Don’t stop now. Let the waves come crashing, rising and falling, breaking and flowing, increasing intensity until the fireworks explode inside me. I let out a muffled scream into the pillow, catching myself by surprise.
We tumble on our backs, eyes closed, panting, your hand clutching mine. I turn to look at your beautiful face, my cheeks still feeling warm. Your eyes smile at me.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” you whisper.
Ok now again my first two collections of the great works of others:
featured the responses to days 22 and 24. I discovered today when searching the word “challenge” in KTHT that one of my favorite poets, had like I did a few times, combined responses to the challenge across multiple days and thus I must now with great pleasure amend my previous stories with the work of Dr. Fatima Imam and her fabulous promptsponses (Tree Langdon did that qualify as a neologism???) to days 21–25 and thus I should have covered them in days 22 and 24 above:
Now Tree, I note that you ignored another neologism of mine inspired by and related to spiritual sexuality as championed by the likes of Esther George and Kim Petersen, “cliterovagasm.”
Terry L. Cooper, my lover-of-living-out-loud, what do you think?
Hi Melanie J., I promised you and I hereby deliver. MJ, as in the Michael Jordan of poetry, has produced so many magnificent melodies — what most makes me moon (hi Claire Kelly — I love all my women (for the most part all my friends on Medium are women by the way))
over MJ is that she knows to include explainers with her short poems — Melanie hankers towards haiku — I cannot wait for her to take on tanka.
So for this installment of Melanie, I give you now her day 30 entry:
Which of course pays homage to Joseph Lieungh’s
My day-30 ENTRY IS DEEP, right Esther?
Ignorance lacks care Knowledge lends powerful share Bliss can my ass kiss Narcissus loved his image Souls express expand learning
All kidding aside, that piece of mine builds off of:
Anger has value Signals moral core raided My space invaded Blood boiling yet controlled rage Saber of Light rules the page
I received a great comment to that piece today:
There is too much ranting and raving on Medium instead of good, authentic writing. Opinions, points of view, perspective et al. have become strident accusations without any evidence. Not to mention the hatred and bias. I’m reading more and more articles about food. Soon it will be narrowed down to cats…
Good article. Would not like being an editor so thank you for being one.
You are welcome KS Copeland and no matter what my patriarchal purveyors of poetic-bullshit-from-basel think of you (I happen to like that poet and its messages very much by the way), I know that you have no issue with that writer’s views but only with their methods) and you are no more a troll than I am — just brave and I salute you.
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