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Thursday’s Child

19 May

 

Thursday’s Child

 

Well, I hear that you have been travelling

with a friend in an open topped car,

and you revealed to him all your secrets

and you showed him your operation scar.

You painted his name on your mirror

with a lipstick glossy and red,

and you posed for imaginary photos

in the warm nest of your unmade bed.

 

He sent you a handful of spidery poems

that you captured with pins on your wall,

I read them when you were sleeping

and they seemed to make no sense at all.

Yet you recite them when you are bathing,

trailing your sharp nails over your thighs,

and you emerge mysterious and glowing

with a wild, vacant look in your eyes.

 

There is more to this than just attraction

or some strange late night trick of the light,

and you shouldn’t be reading his memoirs

in a dress that is so transparent and white.

And I fear that you’ve sensed a religion

in the casual, brave cut of his coat,

as you kneel so sublime at his alter

clasping tight all the letters he wrote.

 

Now I hear you’ve constructed a bonfire

from the things your sweet mother knew best,

and that you comfort his wide-eyed supporters

who sleep with their hands on your breasts.

But you never once give them the shelter

they crave when the light has grown dim,

and while you suffer the press of their bodies

you save all your mystery for him.

 

I miss you when the round moon is sailing,

I feel your caress in the turn of the tide.

it is as constant as the ache in my shoulders,

It is the sharp stabbing pain of your knife.

And oh, how I hunger for you to be near me,

your peeled clothes like a sea at your feet,

your pale skin tasting of salt and seaweed.

I’m a slave to your scent and your heat.

 

But if I plead with him to release you,

with just a snap of his finger and thumb

will you forget his smooth benediction,

or the velvet magic of his silver tongue?

 

Copyright :  The author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is one of favourite ‘performance’ poems.  It tells a story that was inspired by (my) real life events.  Because it is penned in the first person, the reader/listener tends to think that the narrator is myself. In fact I was the writer of the ‘handful of spidery poems’.  

 

 
16 Comments

Posted by on May 19, 2012 in D/s, Lovers Past, Poetry

 

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16 responses to “Thursday’s Child

  1. Evelyn

    May 19, 2012 at 1:56 pm

    LOVE this. Link now please sir.

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  2. pivoine68

    May 19, 2012 at 1:57 pm

    I love your cruel spidery poems.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      May 19, 2012 at 2:00 pm

      Good!

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  3. milfee

    May 19, 2012 at 3:25 pm

    That is amazing. Pure brilliance

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    • Romantic Dominant

      May 19, 2012 at 10:48 pm

      Far, far too generous praise

      But thank you

      Smiles awkwardly

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  4. miche123

    May 20, 2012 at 4:55 am

    That poem is amazing, Great imagery: operation scar, unmade bed, imaginary photos. I love all of it. Thanks for posting!

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    • Romantic Dominant

      May 20, 2012 at 7:33 am

      Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.

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  5. lafaeyette

    May 20, 2012 at 4:25 pm

    Wow… Just wow… This poem almost brings me to tears it’s so beautiful…

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    • Romantic Dominant

      May 20, 2012 at 5:33 pm

      I am glowing with your praise. Thank you

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      • lafaeyette

        May 21, 2012 at 6:27 am

        You are most very welcome! I would love to hear a reading of this one.

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        • Romantic Dominant

          May 21, 2012 at 8:14 am

          Thank you. It is on its way

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  6. Sofia

    May 24, 2012 at 8:51 am

    I agree with everyone elses comments. Love the vision…
    Link please…
    Thank you in advance.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      May 24, 2012 at 9:28 am

      Thank you Sofia.
      Link sent

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  7. utterlyhuman01

    June 25, 2014 at 6:08 pm

    I have no words to do you justice. You are remarkable!

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