Solo Sequel 01-10-2012

I posted this on a poetry group, one that I had left a while back but have decided to join again, and just HAD to post it here for archival sake.  It is a companion piece to another poem, in my book, titled "Solo" which I will post here as well.

Yes, the Beat-Off Bard is back.  :-P

(That's BARD, not BRAD; one is clever, the other is just sad. [Hey!  there's a poem right there!  ^_^])

Solo 11-11-1999

Isolation-

My elusive eternal dark lover,

my right hand man,

my security blanket under the covers.

Stare dumbfounded into the night.

A solo beat rhythms my heart.

Perspire steam and salt so sweet.

A single sigh just to start.

Exotic fantasies fulfilled.

Divine desires dreamt, live.

The darker the sin, the better.

Giving it all I can give.

Ecstasy discovered within thyself.

A good singer needs no band.

Who knows you better than you?

Practice makes perfectly talented hands.

Solo Sequel 01-10-2012

The fruit of my loins

is never ripe

plucked too early

with stammering hype

A quickie, a tug

A scenario perfection

A bared solo soul

An unneeded protection

Dry, wet,

I'll take what I get

Fast, slow, 

At home, on the go

Caught in a tissue

Tossed without regret

is that abortion

or child abandonment?

***UPDATE***  A fellow group member commented on my poem with this:

Jerking the chicken

Choking it too,

Why can't the girls

Have some fun with words too?

Not a word about flowers,

Or tending a garden,

We don't even have

A good word for hard-on.

LOVE IT!!!  ^_^