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In a Matrimonial Rut
by Jim Benz
A bird sang from the upper branches of an oak
Beneath that, a porcupine bristled his quills
Completely bored, I drank another beer
Despite the fact my beer supply was nearly finished
Eagle-eyed, I knew about the bourbon in the shed
Forsaken once but not forgotten
Gentle, and always pure, you tried to hide it
Hrumph, I said, like always
In perfect key, the bird kept right on singing
Just like a lazy minstrel, I remarked, in the summer woods
Know what? you said, sipping tea like a vestal virgin
Lazy minstrels drink like fish
Must I find my lute and show you? I replied
No, just kiss me, you smiled
Poetically, and I fell into your eyes with glowing
Rapture, falling like the sanguine
Sun at sunset, I grazed your lips
Tenderly, all pretense draining from our bodies
Unlike the porcupine, spiky
Vegan mammal that he was
Wrangling in the bush, perhaps, but not
X-rated, like your tongue, slinking toward my tonsils
Yowza, a glorious kiss, I thought
Zoological, like rutting badgers
01/13/2008 Posted on 01/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/13/08 at 11:44 PM Not a (pre)cautionary tale, perhaps, but rather a salacious seasonal exercise that leaves no letter unturned in its ritual quest for disambiguation
...or - Bloodhound Gang - suck on this!
...or somewhere in between :) |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/14/08 at 01:55 AM "Yowza, a glorious [poem], I thought"--Love the mammaly "rut" you're in here... the extensive mix and match of species and their songful, interactive behaviours... fantastic. hee hee just wonderful, the prickly matrimonial stuff involved seems so appropriate, and I love the "slinking"! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/14/08 at 05:18 AM It's great to see some poems by you again, and you snuck in the abecedarian without me even noticing until I got to vegan and yowza!! This is fun and sexy and I love the bird and the porcupine and "No, just kiss me, you smiled
Poetically, and I fell into your eyes with glowing
Rapture, falling like the sanguine
Sun at sunset, I grazed your lips
Tenderly, all pretense draining from our bodies" - these lines are just yummy... |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/14/08 at 01:33 PM the ABC snuck up on me too. should've seen it coming. Good to read you, as always =) |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 01/14/08 at 07:04 PM I didn't realize this was an Abcedarian until I got to the bottom of the poem. Beautifully composed. Reminds me how great kisses can be. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/16/08 at 03:44 PM What a beautiful lesson in the ABC's of a matrimonial rut... I didn't realize it was an abecedarian either til the end. Great writing! |
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