Here's something you might be interested in.
Cuddles
it's just the best poem...so i put it up here so maybe a few others can read it
poem by Kim Addonizio
What Do Women Want
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.
damn...now that's my kind of woman
i think that's my favorite poem now too Cuddles!!!
it reminds me of
strawberries picked
on a sinful sultry day
with that succulent slight pain
beckoning intimacy
in the small of my back
so worthy of the taste
of the juice that trickles down your chin
when my earthy sweat smells sweet
and my smooth legs
harbor the evanescent kiss
of another summer in the sun
written by Nan
u can read 2 other poems by Kim Addonizo in the Poetry Section of the READER
Cuddles
it's just the best poem...so i put it up here so maybe a few others can read it
poem by Kim Addonizio
What Do Women Want
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.
damn...now that's my kind of woman
i think that's my favorite poem now too Cuddles!!!
it reminds me of
strawberries picked
on a sinful sultry day
with that succulent slight pain
beckoning intimacy
in the small of my back
so worthy of the taste
of the juice that trickles down your chin
when my earthy sweat smells sweet
and my smooth legs
harbor the evanescent kiss
of another summer in the sun
written by Nan
u can read 2 other poems by Kim Addonizo in the Poetry Section of the READER