3.3 Villanelle ( Lust / Slut )

Posted: April 22, 2010 in Uncategorized

Portrait with pillow. More villanelles today. I get the form. Now it’s a matter of starting to go deeper, to find that right mix of things that give each line another layer of meaning and surprise. I’m not there yet, not at all. But I can feel the basics solidifying, which means that the next level is just there, kind of simmering.

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Lust / Slut

Come, you urged, into my bed,
the world has done some things to you.
The word love was never said.
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Rest down your weary head
on satin sheets and pillows blue.
Come, you called, into my bed.
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I followed you where you led —
in dark the things that bodies do.
The word love was never said.
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The truth is: I would have fled.
Who wants love when lust will do?
Come, you urged, into my bed,
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while I mark you blue, mark you red,
break each secret, small taboo.
The word love is never said,
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our mouths too busy — tongue and head,
lips and teeth on skin anew.
As we come, come, upon your bed,
the word love is never said
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Firing your nuerons, one poem at a time, s.

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A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz”

*~from the fantastic villanelle “The Grammar Lesson” by Steve Kowit

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