Saturday, March 17, 2012

Across the Night

Across the Night

I surrendered to my desires
and fell into a fitful sleep.
Lucid dirty blonde dreams
and tattoo fantasies ensued.
A night of cold sweat lust;
thoughts of the base and dark
spaces between you and I.

Could you feel my tongue
part your thighs as you slept?
Did my desire penetrate the night,
find you longing on the other side
and hold you on the brink
of torture, need and ecstasy?

I thought I heard you sigh
as I devoured the skin of your neck
and took you from behind
those hungry tanned eyes,
and handfuls of flaxen hair.

As the morning sun invaded
did you wake with a start;
spent, chest still heaving,
the chill of the dawn air
dancing on your skin
as wanton hands had done
in the unrepentant night?

SMG

34 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is just way beyond brilliant... Lust, desire, obsession peeled down to the most raw and delectable fruit.
I'm a little stunned by the ferocity and power with which the words landed a metaphysical punch to my frontal lobe.

wurdz said...

dark emotion and pent up frustration.the perfect mix for this weary traveler.nice!

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

You went dirty muddy and dark with this one, and brought out brilliance in your poem

Aquarius63 said...

Love the sensual heat in your poem. Great write.

Anita.

Brian Miller said...

dude rocking piece, you kicked into high gear about a third of the way in...desire, longing...perhaps only to have in your dreams but to take none the less....torture, dark space...these words make me doubt the willingness...hmm....

dustus said...

Always appreciate when fitful sleep transforms into a dirty blonde with tats. I particularly like how you blur the edge between dream and reality through questioning details of the relations.

Claudia said...

could you feel? i thought i heard you sigh - masterful how you bridge the undefined space between those raw and somewhat dark desires to reality

Refuge Insomniac said...

You moved effortlessly through a range of emotions and desires, all of which captivated me and drew me in… What a remarkable write!

repressedsoul said...

These two should split up! Sensual and sexual, but also tugs at the heart stings. As always great take

Mama Zen said...

This is seriously hot!

hedgewitch said...

First line is perfect scene-setting,and the language throughout precise and all the more powerful for it in the sensuous context. "..the unrepentant night." Classic.

Anthony Desmond said...

Very sexual. Great poem.. love your take on the photo!

Shewriting said...

wow - hawt! :)

Steve Isaak said...

Erotic, existential, raw.

M said...

Wrong day for me to read the right write. I'll want more. Of course. Great job.

Poets United said...

Intense, modern, gritty...so cool.

Keep knocking out poems!

jen revved said...

I love it that the night is unrepentant. We would not be human were it not for the wetness of our "sin." You convey much intensity with a certain spareness of language-- a happy thing. xxxj

Pat Hatt said...

You really held nothing back with this piece, wonderfully done, really came out blazing.

Claudia said...

great seeing you at dVerse steve..enjoyed the re-read...think i did just feel that tongue...argh...hot...and clean new blog layout

Timoteo said...

Yeah, I did feel something...that was YOU???

Beachanny said...

Great first line leading us into the real dream time of a sensual night and voyeuristic experience. Love your work always, G.

Chris G. said...

Sultry piece in this one - intense and sensual; Pat's right - you really held nothing back with this one. Welcome to the pub-fun...I see you've already got Claudia as a fan!

ayala said...

Sizzling hot!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kim Nelson said...

The blur between fantasy, dreams and reality is perfect. The balance between adoration and domination creates just the right amount of dissonance. To the edge, this one!

amy everett said...

Who needs love when I have your poetry to keep me warm at night. Thank you Mr Grant as always. This is what I needed tonight:)

Natasha said...

Hot! Blush! wasn't expecting my morning to start like this...then again, neither did she...or did she? Writes like this tend to lead me to senseless babble, so I'll just stop now! ;)

Ann LeFlore said...

What a wonderful poem so sexual and such a great take on this photos your first line really set the mood for your poem excellent so well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/04/memories/

Morning said...

this is powerful,

enjoyed the imagery of wonders, passions, and fantasy very much.

Eden Baylee said...

In a word. Delicious.
eden

Brian Miller said...

smiles. i remember this piece....hot!

Sheila Moore said...

awesome, seductive and wild. nice work - thanks for linking it up for the taboo prompt.

The Noiseless Cuckooclock said...

a cool cook,
it comes out sizzling.
smiles.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Oh wow this is sensual - I love it, brilliant!

Anna :o]

Chris Norkun said...

a dark poem that acts as a mirror into our own dark desires. haunting.