Member
How Do You Identify?: mouthy but adorable; kinky Gerbera
Preferred Pronoun?: hey, cutie (or dudette)
Relationship Status: xoxo
Join Date: Dec 2009
Location: The South (Gooogia peach)
Posts: 475
Thanks: 2,157
Thanked 528 Times in 224 Posts
Rep Power: 1065209
|
"Warming Her Pearls" by Carol Ann Duffy
for Judith Radstone
Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
bids me wear them, warm them, until evening
when I´ll brush her hair. At six, I place them
round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,
resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk
or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself
whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering
each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.
She´s beautiful. I dream about her
in my attic bed; picture her dancing
with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent
beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.
I dust her shoulders with a rabbit´s foot,
watch the soft blush seep through her skin
like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass
my red lips part as though I want to speak.
Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see
her every movement in my head.... Undressing,
taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching
for the case, slipping naked into bed, the way
she always does.... And I lie here awake,
knowing the pearls are cooling even now
in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night
I feel their absence and I burn.
__________________
You can’t change that system by just getting your own rights, tinkering with the engine and leaving. You have to take on the whole machine.
--Riki Anne Wilchins
Hold on to the lessons, let go of the pain.
--Leslie Feinberg
|