Moon Month
This month my body is tuned to the moon -
The tide of blood flowing hot and heavy
On the fullest night of the lunar cycle.
Under the brimming moon my loins grip
Throwing out rich red tissue
Sour membrane dark and odiferous.
The relief of the blood flush!
The tension in my cunt!
Like an orgasm in limbo
Never waxing – never waning.
Every love act that was good
Is in the memory of my body.
Those who really knew me there
Are with me there.
I cannot for my pleasure evoke these memories
To stroke and gloat over.
My cunt hoards its greatest moments.
Tonight, under the ripe moon, it writhes
In the poignancy of its own life.
Tonight my body remembers -
And searches.
It yearns to span the death leap.
It renders my wretched rationale
Circumscribed
And melancholic.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Laura Taylor
Mon 8th Jun 2015 09:42
I don't know HOW I missed this except to say that I was quite depressed over xmas and maybe didn't want to communicate with anyone. That's how it gets you sometimes.
Anyway, this is an amazing poem Cynthia. I love how you're so unafraid to really get into the physicality of your subject. It's something women won't talk about much as well - especially the smell of the blood.
Some killer lines in here:
Every love act that was good
Is in the memory of my body.
Those who really knew me there
Are with me there.
Oh yes. It is so important and life-affirming, good sex. I was raped when in my teens, and didn't recover joy in sexuality until my late 30s and early 40s. I'm incredibly pissed off about that as it feels like it was stolen from me, but I'm VERY pleased that I do have it back finally. And making the most of it :)
The idea of a cunt writhing in the poignancy of its own life. Wow.
I may be completely wrong here, but towards the end of the poem, is that like as a woman ages, and sensation begins to lessen - tonight my body remembers and searches? If you know what I mean?
This is a fantastic poem. So glad I found it.