Last Supper

tonisan60 on Sep 3, 2008

Dark and cynical.

I open the door
and:

What a vision!
As an ebony statue,

she is
perfect,
seductive,
curvilinear,
and sensual-

I get paid by hours:
She says.
All right:
I answer her while slobbering myself.
This one will be an unforgettable night.

She slowly gets naked;

appetizingly.

Dribbler of me,
I am watching her
while a pair of antennae

springs from her temples

as long as towers;

and from her mouth

a pair of fangs sprouts:

Pointed and sharp.

I know

that I will die this daybreak,

but:

What it matters?

Who cares!

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Comments (11)

Balzac on Sep 3, 2008
Very touching, tonisan60; this poem sounds like a biblical proverb. Good work. Saludos.
claris on Sep 3, 2008
nice piece, gracias
CHAN LEE PENG on Sep 3, 2008
Gracias, Tonisan. Saludos.
neelam pandey on Sep 3, 2008
very interesting and the great strength to hold one’s breath till the last word…good work!!
Unofre Pili on Sep 3, 2008
Very profound; it makes me unsure of my interpretation. Reminds of T.S. Eliot’s and John Donne’s metaphysical poetry.
nobert soloria bermosa on Sep 3, 2008
very nice piece of poetry
Darlene McFarlane on Sep 4, 2008
I enjoyed reading this, tonisan60 though I am still struggling with my interpretation. You have given me something to think about.

Great work!
Eunice Tan on Sep 4, 2008
Nice and interesting
Speed Limit on Sep 6, 2008
Shouldn’t it be called “Last Dessert” if you know what I mean?
MMV Abad on Sep 24, 2008
Interesting. It made me think and I love it!
tracy sardelli on Oct 1, 2008
your words paint a range of pictures…thank you.

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