because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

lust poem no.2

she leaves
panties under the
pillow, no

notches on the bed-
post, no clawmarks
across the back

of his-
tory; her story (just)
another scar between the lips

of now & never, her
perfume leftover
in the bathroom

mirror, her shape
imprinted in cotton-
sheeted (im)possibilities.

14 responses

  1. missed “lust poem no.1”
    was it the wind up
    or the pitch that escaped me?
    and if I was really there
    would they call me “voyeur”?
    better that I back out
    and tiptoe across the room
    there at the front window
    an unperturbed kitty
    lazily licking
    the fur on her forearms
    her jaws reflexively
    chittering at the sight
    of small birds scampering
    on the front porch

    February 10, 2012 at 1:44 pm

    • nice, Tiger! 🙂

      February 11, 2012 at 1:46 pm

  2. Sensual, deep, thought-provoking, fascinating in image and architecture. In other words.. Wow!

    Just fabulous, Joanna! xo ~ J

    February 10, 2012 at 2:12 pm

    • thanks, Joe! 🙂

      February 11, 2012 at 1:45 pm

  3. Lust- full indeed! I love the cotton possibilities/ better than impossibilities/ …

    February 11, 2012 at 2:43 am

  4. notches on the bed post (?) My, my, my. That made even me blush.

    February 11, 2012 at 11:02 pm

    • what, Carl? you, blush! i don’t believe it. 🙂

      February 13, 2012 at 10:58 pm

  5. Well done. The breaks are perfect. There is a warmth to the melancholy.

    February 12, 2012 at 12:56 am

    • thanks, Carl. “warmth to the melancholy.” Yeah. I like that.

      February 13, 2012 at 10:59 pm

  6. very nice imagery. and love the uncertain punctuation/rhythms. made me nervous actually. a good nervous. butterflies in the belly kinda nervous.

    February 13, 2012 at 11:11 am

    • that’s the best kind of nervous, methinks.

      February 13, 2012 at 11:00 pm

  7. Seemed to ring familiar. Lust is such an open topic of concern that I could hardly have been more surprised to wake up with 6 fingers on each hand! Amazing flow of ideas; one small question; Where does rejection fit into lust. Seeing as the two are hand in hand most of the time (at least in my experience) I found the poem to be very…. hopeful. Seemed to differ from other poems of yours in the conception of people in lust based interaction/relationships. Does that make any sense? Beautiful poem. There is something very evocative & subtle in your work. If I could steal it, I would hahahaha!


    February 19, 2012 at 6:14 pm

    • Dear TA, 🙂

      who said anything about rejection? it’s all tied up in insecurity, which in itself is inextricably wound up with desire in both its frustration and gratification. i like that you found this hopeful. i kept the ending decidedly ambiguous just for the possibility of that interpretation. 🙂


      February 23, 2012 at 12:38 am


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