Poem
I'm not one to write poetry; it doesn't suit me. But every once in a while I'll write a poem or two. One day in my Women in Literature class, we had a project to create a visual representation of our sexuality. A lot of people presented them in class, and there were some really sad stories about rape and abuse. After class, I was inspired to write this poem. The latin means "now I know what love is." I think I put that in because we just did it in class that day, but I don't think it fits now. It seems showy.
You said, �Don�t have sex till you�re married.�
Ok mommy, I won�t I replied
But mom, I think I broke the law
And it felt good.
His tongue on mine, his lips to my neck, his hands on my breast, his . . .
And it felt good.

�Nunc scio quid sit amor�
This is love, this feeling inside
It�s like an explosion, it feels so good
I love you
I love what you do to me

But mom, I think I broke the law
cuz I don�t think I believe in marriage anymore
And I don�t believe in God
so there�s no one to stop me
from doin what feels soooo good.

There�s a new man now
His tongue on mine, feels so good
But I don�t love him
I just love what he does to me
Is that wrong?

And I think I�m gonna keep breakin the law
cuz the law is subjective
Love or lust, it still feels good
And I�m makin my own law now
that says I�m not wrong, this is not wrong
And I am happy
and it feels

                    so

                                       good.

 

neb 5/5/03

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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