I've moved to the bathtub

Go away reader--
    I'm naked
and bathing in orange
blossoms, trying to wash
the stare of his pistachio
eyes from my skin,

you do understand, don't you?

Thorns growing inside my glass-veined heart?

If you promise not to taste
the water, you can stay,
    maybe we can listen to each others'
    pulses:
               yours dry like merlot,
               mine underwater and buoy-belled.

You know,
    he had too much hair on his back anyways.

The moon is too round in my throat
for back-hair or hard eyes.

Reader, please hold my heart for me,
    my lungs are dry;
    I need to fill them with water.

Reviews

[Jack...]

E, the line, "You know, he had too much hair on his back anyways" had me laughing out loud this morning. I know what you are saying in this piece. I understand the emotions that are pouring from this screen and I also realize, it is not funnt...this feeling. But the fact that you found a spot to insert a little humor made this poem extra great. Very cool my friend. I agree with Sarah, you have a very unique style about you.

[eglantine]

Thank you very much Jack and glad to have had you laugh.

[Steven]

I like the push and then pull of writer to reader. And the comic relief was a welcome light from you that I was happy to see ;)

[eglantine]

haha, yeah, more of a sardonic humor

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

If only it were that easy to wash away mistakes or regrets... seriously a well crafted piece of poetry.

[eglantine]

yes, that'd be nice

[Frieda P]

Quirky creativity here, back hair clinched the deal...yuck. Much enjoyed this read.

[eglantine]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Leslie Philibert]

The sign of a creative, accomplished poet, to turn every experience into a literary delight. The idea fantastic, the vocabulary, the imagery...every reader who understands poetry will like this..

[eglantine]

Merci :)

[A Poet Named Garit]

This piece is so creative! Right off the bat it makes you feel as though you are directly talking to me, so that's something I haven't seen much. I really like the structure and format of this poem.
My favorite lines are
"my lungs are dry;
I need to fill them with water."
It adds a resonating sense of eerieness that I adore.
I interpretted the last few lines as a methaphor in the sense that the poetic persona is going to fill their lungs with water and the reader is to hold the heart so it's not to get hurt in the process. Idk but that was just what I thought of it.
You have a really good way with words, keep it up!

[eglantine]

Thank you very much for reading.

[Mark]

Loved this one E, except for the line about drinking the water. ewwww.

[eglantine]

haha, to be fair, I never said drink, but taste.

[Mark]

Well, okay maybe just one :p

[Eagle Cruagh]

Sorry , after the first line I had to leave cause you
said "go way reader, I`m naked."
Well, you did think I was leaving did`nt you ?
I don`t want to be caught with no "naked lady" , but
down at the last stanza it sounds like you been hitt`n the
bottle . If you don`t overdo it it might help your rhyming.
Not that you need any help----- it is rumored around here
on W/C that you are pretty hot stuff in the poetry department.
I need to get out of the bath room now , but I like your
writing.
---- Eagle Cruagh

[eglantine]

haha well thanks for stopping by

[Pete Langley]

I`m afraid I think I`m missing something here. I can read this as a piece of prose and enjoy some of the phrasing and recognise an attempt at producing avant garde satire, but I cannot recognise the poetic merit in it. Sorry, Eglantine. P.

[eglantine]

haha, no worries, I wrote it while on ambien

[A Poet Named Garit]

lol^^

[quinfinn]

this is intense. i get that feeling of regret and buyer's remorse from this write. i hope that is the worst of it. resonant and engaging, this is well worded and brilliantly penned!

[eglantine]

Thanks :)

[quinfinn]

welcome!