I've written in so many journals/diaries about countless stories, adventures and misadventures in my life. Now I'm starting a new one. I don't know why I named it Black & White. Maybe because my life is like looking into a black & white photo. It doesn't mean it's dull, but when you look into a black& white photo, it's more dramatic, it tends to be given more meaning than a colored photo. Well, my life is just as a black & white photo.
I used to think I'm a very dull person. But recent evaluation of my entire life, I'd say I lead a pretty colorful life.
I still don't know what to make of this new blog. But I want it to be as diverse as possible. Maybe I'll share some of my works here. Maybe some of my favorite poetry, and maybe some of my favorite songs. I'll definitely be writing about myself and about my life. Who knows.....
Friday, July 23, 2004
The Ravisher
From the Yellow Silk Erotic Arts & Letters book.
The Ravisher
By Charles Semones
for D.D.
I'm not what you think:
My fingers do things
you would not believe.
My tongue goes crazy
in the dead of the night.
I'm no chaste poet,
no celibate saint.
I'm not what you thought:
Rootbruised and moody,
I roil the bedclothes,
dream of you in the nude.
I'd touch your body, strike
pentecostal flames.
I'm no dry eunuch,
no earthstunned angel.
I'm not what you hoped:
I baffle the eaves
with low syllables
you may wake up to,
go by all day long.
I make siege of wind,
ravishment by fire:
with me, you might be
loveseized inside out.
I'm no tame bedmate,
no easy savior.
I'm not what you know...
The Ravisher
By Charles Semones
for D.D.
I'm not what you think:
My fingers do things
you would not believe.
My tongue goes crazy
in the dead of the night.
I'm no chaste poet,
no celibate saint.
I'm not what you thought:
Rootbruised and moody,
I roil the bedclothes,
dream of you in the nude.
I'd touch your body, strike
pentecostal flames.
I'm no dry eunuch,
no earthstunned angel.
I'm not what you hoped:
I baffle the eaves
with low syllables
you may wake up to,
go by all day long.
I make siege of wind,
ravishment by fire:
with me, you might be
loveseized inside out.
I'm no tame bedmate,
no easy savior.
I'm not what you know...
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