Half-Eaten Banana

My attempts to satisfy you

bibically in eggshell-white sheets of our California

king-sized, goes unfinished

in the first haste handled hour,

our legs pretzel wrapped, atop one another

i can imagine this in a portrait

found in an Older for Younger Men's magazine

a look of  se la vie through the eyes of a camera...

 

into the second hour, my jaw locks

(TMJ from smacking Bubbalicious)

while you have your eyes closed, imagining someone else;

i give up as quickly as the pink bubble bursts,

roll over and place my a*s up for auction--yet as you are

bidding with ardor

my cyclopic sphinter shuts closed

as dust would a sensitive eye--the lube does not help

tight as a duck's water-proof'd anus...

you lose control of your berrings.

 

throw a dvd in,

a game of frisbee on mute so neighbors can't hear,

hope to assist your half-sleeping libido, but end up

stroking ourselves to the sunrise, now

pealing through the curtains like transparent angels

catching me in mid-orgasm...

 

i always seem to go first

 

...i piss away my erection, abandoning

you so briefly

then return to your exhaustion, with your arms sprawled out

(as if you were to turn into an angel yourself)

hugging the world

as relaxation paints you red, glistened...

 

i'm disappointed, for good reason i say,

escape with my anger between my naked buttocks

to the kitchen for guava juice and a chikita

banana

ripe, all yellow and no green,

pull it's peels and pretend not to hear

you asking where i am...

 

you give up so easily,

as you prepare for the day

shower head on--sizzling

sounds conducting to my mind's operatic ambivalence;

as you come to me

in the moment you leave

for work and give

that tiny speck of a kiss, as if two pigeons challenging

 

wish you a wonderful day in slave labor

with a smile and a sigh,

then toss the banana away,

accompanied by three passing hours

i have fueled and focus'd my efforts,

all of it, including your awareness of me, so attentively

 

half-eaten

my banana in the garbage

can.

Reviews

[luthien7]

Great language. I love the way you weave your words here, the frustration, need and desire are well described. Excellent work. nice use of a half-eaten banana!

[Writer CW Kirkland]

I'm wasn't sure what to think about this poem at first because the subject matter is so blatant, but I gave myself a minute to process it before typing this review. I think this is well written, and you did a great job penning the emotions felt by the subjects. This poem will likely appeal to a small audience, but that does not mean it is not a good piece! I liked the style you used, and it made me feel many emotions. I like the way you described the relationship between the two subjects as well. Thank you for sharing your writing on the Cafe.