Your secret irresistible voice whispers in my ear.
When you are close enough for my mind to feel the heat
of your Sen-Sen scented breath the desire in me
rattles the bars of my mental confinement,
screaming like a simian in a circus cage.
Desire is replaced with unfathomable passion, longing,
the corpse past, the moment a bog of unformed sculptors clay.
Your hands will mold it, thumbs, fingers gouging, stroking
the flesh until it is what you want it to be.
There will be resistance, a denying of the inevitable.
That cloying thrill when your body barely touches mine,
the anticipation an ecstasy, the taking a sensual summit,
sucking at my soul, devouring it until your creation is finished.
Fired by passion, this ceramic investment of chelations awaits the
cast when again your secret irresistible voice whispers in my ear.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Woo hoo! Sure you don’t live in New Orleans?
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I think the form you’ve chosen for this, the tight blank verse and stanzas, is a perfect match for the tone and the subject, the former formal and constrained, the latter wildly unrestrained. The result is a strong building throughout of ardor, tension, and expectation. At the same time, the voice isn’t really unrestrained, not at its deepest level. There is subtle but everpresent sense of commitment and maturity in this. I really like the metaphors around creation, clay, and the firing of passion.
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A very passionate poem Donald. Like David, I enjoyed the clay metaphor, “the clawing”=D Thank you for sharing this steamy work.
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I like the ins and outs of this piece!
exulting mixture
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Hi Donald,
Beats spam any day!!
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Ok, I am going home and so is my wife….
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I love your use of sound: your Sen-Sen scented breath
And your ceramic imagery really works very nicely. I particularly like these lines:
Desire is replaced with unfathomable passion, longing,
the corpse past, the moment a bog of unformed sculptors clay.
Wonderful poem, Donald.
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Dear Don,
nice work.
Enjoyed it a lot.
Konstantin.
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A compelling combination of both creation and destruction, then re-creation (return of the last line to the first line/title). With three 5-line stanzas, almost a sonnet.
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Damn! I love this. Sensual with some great sound textures, especially in the first stanza.
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On reading this steamy poem,my eye caught ‘yesterday I cooked a crock pot of chili all day’and I thought..typical…not concentrating on the job …and the moment was lost!
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Very “steamy” and sensual, and I LOVED the description of desire as “rattles the bars of my mental confinement, screaming like a simian in a circus cage”. WOW!
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Interesting to think link it to ceramics. Your edition of ‘Ghost story’ is really nice. There’s something alluring about voice, hers and yours!
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OK, Ok, I surrender to the power of the word chelations! Sheesh. I am so flipping resistant!
(Thank you for pushing me over the edge).
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nicely done DH…sen sen scented breath….thanks for sharing
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I like the circular journey. Great imagery. Among my favorite lines was “screaming like a simian in a circus cage.”
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