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Night Maidens

by Chris Sorrenti


more often than not
work’s end finds me
drained of all energy
desire

job environment
seldom fertile
except to suppress
things that preoccupied
me as a young man
assumed
would always endear me
to the light of day

the evening hours
a time of recovery
aided with dinner
occasional wine
sofa relaxation
amid documentary
or movie
a little creative writing
to heal the routine wounds
before mattress and
blankets reclaim me
where again
a transformation occurs

only after hours
of deep sleep
the workload’s suppression
is undone
and I am that young man
again
my slumber pleasantly interrupted
the maidens come calling
one at a time
bearing gifts
of only themselves
faces familiar
but never able to place

though unlike the Liliths
of stress
that plague me in sunshine
these playful temptresses
uninhibited
in their nakedness
both sooth and arouse
offering treats
that no man
young or old
can ignore

© 2003

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11/06/2008

Author's Note: Published in the chapbook Verse Afire, A Tri-Annual Publication of The Ontario Poetry Society, January to April 2009 Vol. 5 No. 1, I.B. Iskov Editor/Publisher, Toronto, Canada. I.S.S.N. 1715-0280

Posted on 11/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/09/08 at 11:31 PM

i concur good sir, the picture is a nice compliment to the piece. reading this from the cubicle makes me want to go home to recover even more

Posted by Kristi Paik on 11/11/08 at 05:13 PM

i really love the imagery in this piece chris. great write :)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/11/08 at 07:14 PM

LOL!! The realities of the libido! Don't see explicit in this. You probably have expressed the sentiments of most unmarried men (maybe women as well).

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/11/08 at 08:29 PM

Nice, Chris. And I don't see her as a succubus either. This hints at a mysterious and peaceful sensuality. I find it ...delightful! And thanks.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/13/08 at 05:35 PM

Ah, sweet night maidens, visiting our much deserved slumber, awakening our joy and desire. What I like about this poem is the contrast and the way the maiden part rescued me from the empathic but difficult feelings of heaviness evoked before their arrival. I have to confess that I liked the images that emerged in my mind's eye much more than the one you posted at the end.

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