Sometimes at dawn
I’d pass sated minutes
with sleepy eyes resting on
a night so recently
drunk from the cup
and marvel at the way
he loves me
the way his every kiss
is a slightly different paraphrase
of the same potent incantation
that invokes the four
corner elements of my soul
how totally he holds me
night after night as if
he were my many-armed Shiva,
powerful and confident
worshiping my sensual surrender
and I know that force,
that passion that
does not hesitate, because
it knows it is pure and
has nothing left to prove
neither he nor I
am young or innocent
he knows
what he can get away with
and he could well guess,
and guess right at first try,
what transgressions of men
I have come to just
grit my teeth and accept as
a part of a society that
has aged inevitably and
outgrown fleshly monogamy,
what sins he could
expect me to forgive,
but he wears his loyalty to me
brazenly, even
as he stands naked
behind closed doors of
temptation and impunity
like the tattoo of my name
branded on his skin
he is mine and
my trust is his biggest
source of pride
more than his size and his skills
at keeping his woman satisfied
and every night like a worthy warrior
he comes home to my sweet welcome
and claims the prize he knows
he deserves,
a prize that is his, without question
and with my permission
takes as much as he needs.
The identity of his love is
in the details of his loving,
the promises unbroken that
his desires are called after,
my faithful man,
my ardent lover.
.
on a bullhorn……Amen!!!! Yes, yes Ma’man!!! Preach sis!
Love this.:)
“…but he wears his loyalty to me brazenly… like the tattoo of my name cut across his skin he is mine and my trust is his biggest source of pride…”
I frequently read your lines and think “Damnit, why did I not write that first?” It’s infuriating!
Soooo many good lines here, Iris. I can feel the ‘ passion that does not hesitate’ in your words. You are surely worthy. Thank you for this intimate and as usual, incredible write.
Forgive the intrusion but I must say this carefully captures the fervor and favor of faithfulness. I love the spotlight on faithfulness between partners in particular and the virtue in general. This is a tasteful way to handle the topic of temptation…Well done my sista..Well done…Please continue to bless the world with your gift…Enjoy your day!!!
I LOVE it….”the identity of his love is in the details.”. “he claims the prize he knows he deserves”
Ah….LOVE and Desire….”;-) thank you for sharing Iris.
Iris.. I have been faithfully reading your work and I must say that this piece is worthy of my top twenty favorites. I love the way you express the trust, understanding, and faithfulness even in the midst of temptation. Monogamy is really being challenged in this day and age where temptation is often just a mouse click away. I enjoyed reading this.
wow. talk about steamy, hot and totally captivating. I liked the breaks in the poem. This is a different style from previous pieces that you have done (or that i have read). The unpredictability of the breaks lends to the effect of the poem itself- as if to say ‘no matter the unexpected turns or surprises, nothing will tear he and I apart’. Beautifully painted, Iris.
Love this!! …. ” but he wears his loyalty to me brazenly, even as he stands naked behind closed doors of temptation and impunity like the tattoo of my name branded on his skin… ” and the title, my dear… is to die for!! Beautiful as always!
Iris,
I can not begin to describe the beauty of this piece. OUTSTANDING!!!
liked it, nicely scripted,very strong
“And with my permission, takes as much as he needs”. This piece is so moving and so descriptive of me, I’m jealous that it wasn’t written for me. You have a true gift.
Iris you are such a beautiful writer and person I couldn’t be happier for anyother person as I am for you you deserve not sex, but LOVE….I too feel the same way when I write sexy it is a reason for it….beautiful my sweetness