A vacuum tube radiating heat
Picking up the weakening signals from
Your heart radio
So loudly my bones vibrate in
The rhythm of your pulse
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I undulate in your vision
A strange beauty
in a world of plastic, collagen and steel
The endearing oddball
the living, breathing Picasso that you want to figure out
but too afraid to venture into my penumbra
you cower at the gate, fingering the knob on the door to my most secret place
wishing you could find the courage to walk with me
love me, just as I am
I am just — so wow’d. Big smile.
Thank you, Will.
It’s short (and hopefully) sweet, right?
yes indeed, short and sweet.
But a vacuum tube, are you sure you don’t mean a cat’s whisker?
You’re just the person to know better : D
What’s a cat’s whisker?
When I first wrote the poem, I’d used “radio tube” instead of vacuum tube – would that more technically correct?
vacuum tube is good.
when I was a boy, in the early forties, even the kids of the wealthy didn’t have radio’s.
I had one of these, which I used to listen to after lights out.
It was a joke, the heart is the oldest transmitter, the cat’s whisker, the oldest receiver.
That was fascinating… I’m ashamed to say it, but I had no idea how radios worked beyond the fact that they picked up radio signals. Now I can more or less explain exactly how they did it – both by crystal and by vacuum tube.
Who knew smut could make you smarter?
short but so erotic..
the pic and words dance nicely together…
Was it girly of me to have noticed (and loved) the model’s shoes? Those are a definite 40’s/50’s throwback patent leather heel, and they’re gorgeous.
Oh, and the naked lady’s pretty. :D
Very sexy piece…the last two lines are magic.
like a lot of things, i’m coming into my “womanness” late in life…i was not into shoes at all until recently…but it’s not “too” girly to have noticed them–my Master’s fetish is shoes, (you’ll see the two “special” nilla heels He purchased for me on my updated header, with a promise of a new pair in the offing..)…it s the first thing i notice in pics now…
and yeah, she’s a bit skinny for my taste, but hell, any nekkid girl is a good girl, eh? *grins*
“Who knew smut can make you smart?” But your stories and poems are so far removed from the cock & cunt smut, they linger and stay with you for a while. I call them dreamy erotic, poeticaly magnificent gems.
This is by far one of the most kind comments I have ever received.
This is one of my favorite poems, and I’m glad you ‘got it’.