by Allan Haslinds
I will pry from her
the details of those acts,
thoughtfully natural words.
And in these tasks,
using her own voice,
I will capture her inside
trapped but not struggling,
except toward her pleasure
and my control.
She draws this from me,
knowing it was not him
in her hand.
Posted on 08/23/2003
Copyright © 2021 Allan Haslinds
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/23/03 at 03:51 PM|
Interesting and thoughtful turn about at the end. Control is an illusion that she is allowing you to have? Or are you both under the assumption that your controlling each other? Or, do I have this completely wrong and am confirming that I don't know what I am talking about? Anyway, I enjoyed this piece because it made me think. Thanks for sharing.
|Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 09/13/03 at 04:29 PM|
I like "thoughtfully natural" myself also. And as for the pronouns, I think they are a little more necessary than usual in poems because it switches from him to her, and that would just leave me hopelessly confused ;)
|Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/06/03 at 11:28 PM|
this is a beautiful love sentiment as love should be. Thank you for recommending this. It's nice to read anytime you can.
|Posted by Amy Wustrin on 05/22/04 at 05:26 AM|
an intriguing piece...i wonder how she must feel, knowing what she knows? very skillful interperetation.
|Posted by Dan Linn on 11/04/11 at 07:32 AM|
May I say, that though I am trying to understand what I want, it has sometimes been at the boundary of what someone else needed. Thank the goddess for the diversity of desire and assignation.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/22/14 at 04:58 PM|
Carefully chosen words here give me such an uneasy feeling, a combination of digging voyeurism and wanting to control.