Poetry Blogs (2019, sex)
Nicola Beckett on The Cost Of Your Hand (12 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on big lots (3 hours ago)
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
- Or his -
- Or hers -
And I can breathe
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
Try hard to push through
Try to bring back the new.
But along comes guilt and shame.
But they won't stop playing their game.
Relationship seems at risk
Relationship seems so brisk.
Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe it's already dead.
Intimacy is more than sex
Intimacy's more of a reflex.
But I need to have honesty
But the one closed off is really me.
Trauma stops any progress
Wednesday 9th October 2019 7:52 pm
This is how messed up it was...
Last night, my husband woke up and was cuddling me, then touching me, then we both were wide awake in intimacy. It was beautiful. It always is.
Then after, the doubt creeped in.
Chris lied. Chris always lied. I would wake up in the middle of the night to him touching himself to pictures on the internet. Once I woke up and he was staring at pictures of a wom...
Monday 12th August 2019 6:03 am
Desperate for your mind to be intertwined with mine,
I writhe and thrash into your seductions.
By being intimate we are lying:
pretending to have reached a resolution
-when really all I can feel is acute stinging
of my body and emotions.
Without engaging your feelings,
all I feel is friction;
down: your sciroccian winds are rasping
my spirit and global expectations.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:20 pm
Out of focus there is nothing.
But he needles his way in.
And his warmth spreads,
and his essence flows and ebbs
in my mind and in my smile and in my bed.
He’s the cerebrospinal fluid
that floods my skull,
and all my cracks until I’m full.
Finally: a flash of his face and flesh;
vivid, quick, and then death.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:07 pm
The poetry is pretty perhaps,
And some may appreciate the aesthetics
While being put off by the messiness
Of the content, preferring a tidy theme.
And maybe you could clean it up
A bit to avoid making the prigs uncomfortable.
Say something about flowers by the seaside,
For example, and let us forget people have sex.
And let’s forget about messy conflict
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:24 pm
My love for you wells up from
A feeling indescript
A warmth rising from the heart
A rush of oxytocin through the
Immediate and pressing
Without urgency or smothering
Felt from my legs to my
And in every chakra the yoga-doers tell us of
From the crown above my head
To the root they speak of in awkward Puritanical tones
Tones we do not need, m...
Saturday 16th February 2019 6:01 pm
They meshed their sexual organs
in a frenzied bout of passion
pumping, grinding, panting
'til they had their daily ration
The sight was truly wondrous
and fearsome to behold
it's something done by lovers,
at least that is what I'm told
There was no inhibition
they had stripped down to the core
with every piece of clothing
strewn across ...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 5:14 pm
Is there sex after death ?
A fascinating concept
But let's keep the topic formal
Are we talking Necrophilia
Or something Paranormal ?
If you intimate the former
I must caution self-restraint
It's illegal in this country
And I don't know where it ain't
But if you mean the latter
I submit this brief synopsis:
The outcome could be mutual
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 4:16 pm
I am not a Harley Davidson,
but a moped.
I am the opposite of a fox
I am a badger.
I am not the cream at the top of the milk,
I am the last dribble you find when you’re making a cup of tea.
I am most unfortunately, unsexy in my sexual prime.
Not adored, but ignored.
But at least I've got a sense of humour!
Thursday 10th January 2019 5:53 pm