Poetry Thursday has become a regular siren song of inspiration for me--luring me in, whether I participate by posting here or not. I note the prompt--read and write with it in mind for a day or two...then, go and gorge myself on the mysterious alchemy of others' words. The same "prompt" for all--the takes on it, endless. This week, I wasn't going to post...in fact, it is the busiest week of my student's semester and I was only supposed to be online long enough to check for their frantic emails. But, here I am.
The prompt this week was finding poetry sexy...the sensuality of writing the body. I have to admit that I write this subject more often than I care to admit. M. is the frequent recipient of my "love" poems tucked into his wallet or taped to his steering wheel. I write of love and sensuality for him, for me, for this world I just want to carry close, nestled against my tender skin.