Don’t I know you?
You brushed me by
Then glanced away
Muted
Don’t you know me?
I feigned a grin
And tripped myself
Laughing
Didn’t we
Fuck
On that black panting street
Of swollen broiling oceans
Our entwined tongues
Seducing angels
Who’s sunsets glinted
From radiant innocence
Heavens kisser
Moist with fear
Newfoundland passion
And gorged pulsing veins
You hunted my scented blood
Taking me in
Feeding
Your unforgiving compulsion
And I
Swallowing in your honour
Feasted on finish line sweat
Pocketing
Hooks, lines and sinkers
Jo O'Brien
Mister Knapman you certainly have a way with words.
Danny
I’ll say
Rob no offence, you know me but…
this kinda grossed me out.
kseriphyn
that’s some hook ;0)
Robert Knapman
Sorry for offending Danny. No offence taken. The interpretation here may be a little too literal. If anyone is offended I will of course definitely take this down. Its possible I’m bordering on offending. The intent was not to offend but to explore. This is also not about me – just in case anyone wondered. Cheers
Charlotte Morison
Robert, I think it’s fantastic, erotic, adventurous and certainly dangerous!
Danny
Robert I didn’t say offended
I said grossed out
BIG difference
The imagery worked
Otherwise I wouldn’t have had a reaction
Thus
poem has had impact = success
cheers
Marilyn Brown
Very gritty and truthful!
vjwriggs
Don’t take it down it’s awesome I like it raw and so much emotion great very raw
Paul Fleming
Love it. Certainly paints some images in my head!
Danny
See Robert
doesn’t hurt to put the camera down every once in a while
Symmetry44
I like it because it punches you in the face….its good shite! Yes shite lol!
Anne van Alkemade
oh wow. This is so hot, Robert.
nicob07xxx
i like this poem, very good imagery!!
frangipangi
Mr. Knapman,
Very provocative and well put.