Week 3 - ending 1/21: Magnetic Poetry

When I was in college I lived in a house with three other female roommates. Between the four of us there were always people wandering in and out. We had a couple of magnetic poetry sets on our fridge. I started the poem below on a Thursday and by Monday it was completed. I never found out who, or how many people helped, complete it. However, I think it's interesting to see what was produced by working completely independently and with limited resources, namely the magnets and words available on them.

i need to feel your soft lips on my breast, as I fondle your angel like hair

the young man must die and a beautiful, naked wild creature shall live

you take my hand as the evening lingers on

waves whisper desire on a glistening ocean

i remember you and ache for your touch, crying for you to come to me

soon you tantalize me with your sweet caress

the sacred night blazes in, like my wine on his pale skin

our fingers dance along each familiar muscle, lusting for pleasure

a thousand torches will not flicker a scream in my starving universe if it is not from thee

i have to kill thee

life's brokenness haunts eternal goodness

why hunger hot and hard fire

never hold thy heart after giving sex

it is to easy to celebrate love as passion

we can use this and soak up the deep joy

but then we look away