Stillness
Is that moment
Right after we love
When I have to remind myself
To breathe.
Showing posts with label Cinquains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinquains. Show all posts
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Grouped Cinquains = Yielding
Yielding
No way
not me, not that
Silky ties tease my skin
well, maybe just a little kink
this once.
Open
Under your eyes
Restrained, wrists to ankles
Vulnerable, like a rose bud
I bloom.
Rising
To meet your strokes
I writhe within my bonds
Anchored to the earth, you teach me
to fly.
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These were three separate cinquains, written at different times. However, when grouped together, they form a longer piece.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
More Cinquains
Liar
Call me pretty
Tell me I’m beautiful
In the darkness as we fuck, I
Believe.
Call me pretty
Tell me I’m beautiful
In the darkness as we fuck, I
Believe.
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Whispers
Stranger's hot breath
A naughty suggestion
Of an impromptu diversion
Shiver.
Stranger's hot breath
A naughty suggestion
Of an impromptu diversion
Shiver.
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Arouse
Slowly nurture
The fire that burns within
Building, stoking the embers of
Desire.
Slowly nurture
The fire that burns within
Building, stoking the embers of
Desire.
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I am currently working on my own collection of alphabetical erotic cinquains. This is an addictive form of poetry - that rhythm draws me in. However, there are some letters that do not lend themselves easily to erotica... like X and H...
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Cinquains
Composing Cinquains sparks my creative muse like nothing else.
I was introduced to Cinquains through the writer's list at ERWA (Erotic Readers and Writers Association). It is an addictive form of poetry sometimes described as the American form of Haiku. Short, non-rhyming stanzas with specific syllable counts (2,4,6,8,2) that lend a distinctive rhythm to the words. Having been a dancer, it is that rhythm that drew me and once I learned, I was hooked.
We created an erotic alphabet of cinquains (published on the ERWA site in July of 2003).
Here are some of mine:
Cowboy
Denim-encased
I silently give thanks
To the person who invented
Wranglers
Dark eyes
Travel soft curves
Buzzing over petals
Drinking the essence of my soul
Like bees
Flannel
His old plaid shirt
Victoria’s Secret
Cannot compare to a shirt that’s
Flesh-warmed.
Quasi
Almost, not quite
That’s how you operate
Even the way you make love is
Half-assed.
Stillness
In that moment
Right after we love
When I have to remind myself
To breathe.
For more info on Cinquains, look here: http://www.ahapoetry.com/CINQHMPG.HT
I was introduced to Cinquains through the writer's list at ERWA (Erotic Readers and Writers Association). It is an addictive form of poetry sometimes described as the American form of Haiku. Short, non-rhyming stanzas with specific syllable counts (2,4,6,8,2) that lend a distinctive rhythm to the words. Having been a dancer, it is that rhythm that drew me and once I learned, I was hooked.
We created an erotic alphabet of cinquains (published on the ERWA site in July of 2003).
Here are some of mine:
Cowboy
Denim-encased
I silently give thanks
To the person who invented
Wranglers
Dark eyes
Travel soft curves
Buzzing over petals
Drinking the essence of my soul
Like bees
Flannel
His old plaid shirt
Victoria’s Secret
Cannot compare to a shirt that’s
Flesh-warmed.
Quasi
Almost, not quite
That’s how you operate
Even the way you make love is
Half-assed.
Stillness
In that moment
Right after we love
When I have to remind myself
To breathe.
For more info on Cinquains, look here: http://www.ahapoetry.com/CINQHMPG.HT
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