Thursday, June 23, 2011

in tact

sex object. not afraid of the words.
I've used many objects for the sake of sex.
in fact my body has been pretty disposable-
I don't really mind it being used as
an "it" or a "thing" or a "that"
I've been cataloged and numbered-
like a returned book.
none of this is new to me.


but when my mind becomes saturated
with the secret darkness of manipulation
and it is slimy with half-truths
and unbelievably trite poetics.

forgive me, but this I will not stand for.
use me up and leave me out in heat.

but leave my poor mind, in tact.
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10 comments:

  1. BubbaJune 23, 2011 at 8:35 AM

    The mind is the most important sex organ we have.

    (Ever heard of a mind-fuck?) ;)

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  2. UnknownJune 23, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    Interesting perspective the disconnection of mind and body to keep some salvation. Evocative write ~ Rose

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  3. Wine and WordsJune 23, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    I agree with Eric. A mind-fuck is just as important. I also agree that I am not bothered by my body being used as an it, or a thing. I find it powerfully stimulating to be "used" in a passionate need. Manipulated is another matter. Slimy half truths are sorry excuses for transparency. And now we've come full circle back to mind-fuck!

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyJune 23, 2011 at 12:47 PM

    Well done poem, and an interesting response to the prompt. Good one, Amy!

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  5. EllaJune 23, 2011 at 8:27 PM

    So raw and open like a wound! I liked it :D

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  6. madhumakhiJune 24, 2011 at 3:08 AM

    Sad. The poor object is a witness to the baser qualities of humans. I like the way you've brought it out.

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  7. AnonymousJune 25, 2011 at 10:15 PM

    I like the combination of emotions... How you seem relaxed with so much, but then really says 'enough' when someone tries to f*ck with your mind. Powerful read! I really like it!

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  8. bttrflyscarJune 26, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    ;) thanks!

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  9. UnknownJuly 4, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    oh yes to this. yes yes yes.

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  10. bttrflyscarJuly 5, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    Dana :)

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