nope// don’t buy a travel guide but ask someone who slept a thousand times with her& is still crazy for her taste

it’s like a city closes lips// around you.
full. red
not yet there
&lost already
in the firm touch on your thighs
her tongue against the gates of
just
millise/Conds//now until

a world erRupts
&you bite moaning in your pillow
“doN’t sToP–”

rivulets of sweat gather to lakes

across your chest “i—“
on the shore

a sailboat, gondola
in ebony, a flock of doves above san marco square
the sea’s kiss on–

“you sure?” i ask
a million planetseeds / in wild commotion in my mouth
form new&sunspilled constellations

“born/&into what?” they ask
“i dunnoyet”
a moment’s pause like cat paws

breathe

“please–“

then a bent old woman drags a bag of groceries
towards rialto bridge
and maybe i mistake plain sex
for the moon’s wide sea of rains//tranquility//ocean of storm, the bay of dew–

the sun (lush&whole&pink) sinks in the water’s waiting flesh
“she’s gonna drown” i say
with worried wrinkles on my forehead
it is but another region on her jagged chest
that we’ve not discovered yet

&in the losing
she may find

her language

.

hubs surprised me with a trip to venice later this year…so excited…
linking up with oln at dVerse...

42 responses to “nope// don’t buy a travel guide but ask someone who slept a thousand times with her& is still crazy for her taste

  1. Yes, and yes!

    I have written about Venice – or more specifically about one of its most famous denizens, Veronica Franco – and even why you are unlikely to see a cat in the city.

    My agent has been there, and loves the place. He says you should pass quickly over the Rialto Bridge, and quickly through the Piazza San Marco, just so you can say you have been there. But then go right off the tourist areas. Find the Calle dei Morti, wander along there, get as close as you can to the Grand Canal – double back every time you reach a dead end – find San Stae, keep going, look for Campo San Giacomo dell’Orio and stop there for a rest. There’s a grocery store, apparently, where you can buy yourself something for a picnic. If you are going to take a vaporetto anywhere, let it be to the Giardini Biennale, then walk along Viale Giardini Pubblici and Viale Vittorio Veneto, and enjoy not being amid the tourist hustle and bustle.

    He says not to bother with the Bridge of Sighs, because it has been defaced by advertising, and NEVER follow a dwarf in a red hooded coat down an alleyway!

    I would love to go there.

  2. A strange city of contrasts and moods. Sexy is not necessarily what I’d associate with it – more danger, fogs, decay – Death in Venice and Don’t Look Now come to mind.
    But your poem is about something other than the city – very sensual, with a hint of bite and danger…

  3. Whew. Now that was smoking. Ha. I love exploring New places. And to really get to know her you have to get intimate or you will never know the real her. Under what the tourists oogle at.

  4. I got lost in the metaphoric sensuality, picturing you as the face, the poster girl for the city. If Paris is the “city of love”, then Venice must be the “city for lovers”; at least from your smoldering POV. I like the lines /rivulets of sweat gather to lakes/across your chest/. For some reason I read it first as /between your breasts/.

  5. If there was ever a place that excites fantasies it has to be Venice.. I have not been there yet.. sounds like a wonderful thing to surprise someone with.. Love how you weave the sensual layers with the observations. You should be a travel agent, you have just added Venice to my bucket list.

  6. How exciting & i specially love this part:

    a million planetseeds / in wild commotion in my mouth
    form new&sunspilled constellations

    Thanks for the lovely share ~

  7. Hello!🙂 You know what works in your poem? It’s the honesty of it. You have a way of playing with the reader, showing and hiding. Thanks, that was most enjoyable.

    Greetings from London.

  8. For the first time in 33 years, I regretted stopping smoking… 🙂 But it is a bewitching and sensual read and it is an honest write. It’s like a city closes lips around you…..great beginning line. the poem certainly grabbed me and I held on, not wanting it to end.

  9. Claudia ~ wishing you & your husband a most wonderful time!

    Love the flowing layers and emotions in your poem ~ you give us so many beautiful sights & then a story as well!

  10. I find it very clever that you’ve woven spiritual undertones into the opening section via your line breaks and capitalization choices.

    “a million planetseeds / in wild commotion in my mouth
    form new&sunspilled constellations”

    “the sun (lush&whole&pink) sinks in the water’s waiting flesh
    “she’s gonna drown” i say”

    “&in the losing
    she may find

    her language”

    Yes. If there is no suffering nor desire, there will be no poems.

  11. I like the way you bump your ampersands up against the words closest to them without the slightest bit of space in between. ~Also, the way you draw attention to additional meanings by using back-slashes.

    rivulets of sweat gather to lakes
    across your chest “i—“

    Your chest eye. Is that the heart, along with its ability to see beneath the surface? I presume absolute truth is only found if there’s a cross covering the eye. Otherwise, our vision is tainted, isn’t it?

    *then a bent old woman drags a bag of groceries* This is where we all end up, isn’t it? Why not just start there in the first place? Alone and self-sufficient. It’s really the best way to go.

    and maybe i mistake *plain sex*
    for the moon’s wide sea of rains//tranquility//ocean of storm, the bay of dew–

    Is there such a thing?

    *the sun (lush&whole&pink)* What a beautiful way to begin coming to a close.

  12. Really magical…metaphors and images ..’a million planetseeds / in wild commotion in my mouth
    form new&sunspilled constellations’ ~ Ah, Venice already inspires you, what to expect during and after the trip..~ enjoyed so much your poem!

  13. so very sensual…enjoy the exotic moments with your hubs..”a sailboat, gondola
    in ebony, a flock of doves above san marco square / the sea’s kiss on–” dream wonderfully woven…

  14. Wow, this is delicious! A definite reread. “and maybe i mistake plain sex
    for the moon’s wide sea of rains//tranquility//ocean of storm, the bay of dew–” this line is perhaps my favorite though the entire piece is crafted with vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing!

  15. Your poem made me wonder why Italy, and Venice in particular, is more associated with love and passion than other places. I have never been to Venice although I have been to many different places in Italy. I think I fear the numerous tourists although I am sure it s a beautiful city. I agree with kvennarad that, once you have seen a few of the sights, the best thing is to get off the beaten tracks and see a place through the eyes of those who truly love it.

  16. I really enjoyed the glimpses of Venice you shared in your poem, Claudia. I was there once many, many years ago; but when I read your words some images came back. The strongest image for me is the one of the bent old woman at the Realto Bridge.

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