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I said,
"boldness begins in the kitchen"
and his organ swelled like a gob of fruit
bursting from the bulb of the oven's heat.
he was shy at first; layers of sweet vidalia
slowly unravelling
as I snapped his buttons open
like peas bursting from the pod.
he teased me in stride with his cock's
hypnotics and chopped a glass of rye down--
I tugged the soup-bone of tension,
cranked my fine flanks of venison
up around his waist;
his arms, marrow levers, hoisted me
to his holstered foreleg and maw.
thighs glazed with rosemary-mint
reduction, kissed between sips
of broth, port wine seduction,
his kettledrum pounding against
copper pots, stripped loins butterflied
across the block,
tenderized, tongue-licked
bird-breast sucked off the rack.
he looked at me with a sated grin,
juices dripping from the under-brush
of his chin as if he slid into my nook
dressed like a wet dream and left
wearing a rooster.

4 Feb 16

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happy valentines to you too.
thanks for the great ideas.

nice poem, slut. =o)
 — unknown

slut, lol.  least i'm a classy slut. i only celebrate V-day with bill. glad to inspire something and thanks for reading.
 — jenakajoffer

L 3, lol 15, excellent. I feel thoroughly boned ;)
 — Known

Glad you didn't say deboned. ;)
 — jenakajoffer

hmmmmunboned could workm XD
 — Known

A gob of ruit. Still dyin XD
 — Known

hey why not 'cock hypnotics'?
 — Known

hamboned. Yes.
Did you call me slut?
It's ok I can don't get offended. :)
 — jenakajoffer

I want cock to be possessive.
 — jenakajoffer

I did not call you slut...but i can...and i will...
 — Known

Buzz off, lol. I took out humble. No such thing. :)
 — jenakajoffer

 — Known

It was me
admiring that you haven't changed at bit.
nice to see you still write
with that tongue. I'm stationed way north Sweden
don't get signal much.
superb poem
 — unknown

I keep reading this and reading this, and the only think I can possibly think to critique is:
...stripped Loin, should never be butterflied. It should be spatch-cocked.

Under-brush indeed. I see you're warming up to the kitchen, again. It's nice.
 — PaleHorse

Great Jen. Has a subtle humour which is enjoyable to read.

ie. L 23 and 28. Both made me giggle. This is my favourite of your new ones. Very picturesque and great vocab.

All in all, a succulent success.

 — PollyReg

queer eye for the straight girl says word a little more manipulation. there's no smells in this. that's pretty much a give away that it's a political thing, saying naughty stuff at the dinner table to get dad's attention.

mostly sort of a list of things, like sex people are into -- like, you write this beautiful poem and it mentions that you'd kiss this guy in several places, and these rainbow salon fuckers will just see and say, 'oh, i've done that!'. like, who cares and who needs to know prissy embryos and hear their comments.

it's got to be more intimate to work as a picture of two clusters colliding, creating light. this is like a take out dinner, curry and chop suey and fried oyster.
 — cadmium

Ponyboy, I though spatchcock cock was only for chicken?

But yeah, you know cuts of meat better than I do. Oops, hehe.
 — jenakajoffer

Thanks so much Polly, I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Thanks for the oyster of knowledge Mike.
 — jenakajoffer

You're welcome. Nice poem.
 — PollyReg