the Duet
#1 of Poetry
Foreward:
So, here's a little bit of poetry for you!
I don't really consider myself a poet, but I'm taking a class that studies poetry next semester, so I figured I'd give it a whirl. That, and the idea got stuck in my head and I kinda liked it.
I'm labeling it adult because interpretation is a personal experience, and frankly it can be read that way.
As always, I appreciate and encourage criticism. If you have something to say about the poem, drop a comment or throw me a message, I want to know what you think! I want to use it to improve! And I would also like to thank a few friends, Mr. Eupherious among them as always, for looking over this work for me.
Content copyright Sneeze 2010. Please don't use without permission.
the Duet
We, the Young and Uninitiated,
came not expecting to see you and her.
it was a small place; dark, smoky, humid, hot;
We were not comfortable - but you were
you and her.
her cheeks were red like she was embarrassed,
she never made a sound until you touched her.
her neck was long and slim, the better for your caress.
she was old, her years showed; We, the Young and Uninitiated
didn't care for her looks
but looks aren't important for you, as you were old too
you and her.
you approached her and lifted her gently, making sure she was alright --
you always made sure she was alright --
you danced your fingers on her neck, across her cheeks
and she laughed; she knew your intentions.
We, the Young and Uninitiated, did not know what was in store
the love you would make, the dance you would share, with her.
you and her.
your touches were still light but they had a different feel;
she was no longer laughing; she was singing
singing a song you wanted her to sing.
your hands moved
along her neck
across her cheeks
making her voice rise and fall,
making her sing fast and slow;
the song was still light
yet it was growing,
even We, the Young and Uninitiated could feel it:
the momentum between you
the bond you shared
you and her.
you began to move faster
your fingers getting harder
her voice went from
low growls to
high wails
you were guiding her
she was guiding you
it was a dance
it was love
it was something
we, the young and uninitiated didn't understand
did you understand it?
can it be understood?
or is it Felt?
Felt by people like you
you and her.
your song was no longer light
she was no longer singing
the heat in the room was oppressive yet no one felt it
your face echoed her screams
of passion of pleasure
of desire of need
of things we the young and uninitiated had never known
your entire body moved hers but it was still
your fingers
your hands
that made her make the most noise
you moved faster and slower
louder and softer
harder and easier
and she echoed it her voice
increasing and decreasing
moving up and moving down
intensifying and relaxing
but you moved constantly
each peak higher
each valley lower
all the time striking we the young and uninitiated with Awe
You were a master of Your Art
She knew how to respond and move You in turn
a song a dance between equal partners
between
You and Her.
after the peak You and She reached You continued on for a few moments,
like You always do,
receding into an afterglow, a soft spot to relax after such a show;
and it was a show - You and She were voyeurs
not caring who saw
Your Love
Your Dance
Your Duet
not caring if anyone saw it at all,
it was never about an audience, show though it was
it was always about
You and Her.
we the young and uninitiated were struck dumb;
You held such a mastery of Your Art,
She knew the perfect ways to complement It.
would any of us ever know what it feels like to perform
such a Duet?
such a Dance?
perhaps a few, perhaps none,
perhaps none of us felt
the burn of Passion You carry
the Passion that moves You to such great heights
such beautiful music;
such elegant dancing;
such wondrous Love;
You and Her.