- Erotic Poetry
- One of Those Moments
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It was one of those moments, when she looked in my eyes
She parted her lips and I parted my thighs
My first sapphic taste and I lost all control
Seduced by a beauty who drank from my soul
It was one silly tryst, really shouldn't have mattered
But in that one moment my certainty shattered
The love of a woman or love of a man
I've spent my whole life trying to find who I am
It was one of those moments, when he tore me asunder
No love in his heart, just rage roaring like thunder
A deep scar of pain in my soul is now burned
And when he was done, his two friends took their turns
Descended from warriors, cleansed from their land
Alcohol anger's all they understand
Just like their seed, their rage penetrates me
And now rage-red anger is all I can see
It was one of those moments, you could hear a pin drop
In that instant before he was shot by a cop
He breathed his last breath under blue cloudless skies
Then died in the street right in front of our eyes
That instant of horror and shock that I felt
Made a cold icy fear in my heart that won't melt
That moment now occupies space in my head
A piece of my soul bloodstained permanent red
Moment by moment, your life passes by
From the moment you're born till the instant you die
Some like a flash or some stretching forever
Some change your world like the flip of a lever
Those moments define you, right down to your core
Define you? They ARE you, no less and no more
Moments of joy, or of pain, or of strife
Just more twisted knots in the thread of your life
- COMMENTS
Peter_Cleveland23 days agoIt's good to have enbiji back after too many months' absence. As always, her poem is affecting in many places and structurally interesting everywhere. The sprightly dactylic couplets neatly fit the lyrical description of lesbian love and lovemaking with which the poem begins. Then the same meter and rhyme create a striking tension when the topic segues to memories of male-female violence, rape, and then the chief abuser's death by gunfire. The poem ends on a thoughtful psychological note: how can one's self attain integration and unity in the face of such wildly differing (and often traumatic) experiences? Good question. 5*.
AllisterLS23 days agoThat was incredible. You have a unique gift. Not every author I read can make me feel things like you do.
