Another bit for my creative writing class. Poetry section! Second draft. Warning! A teeny bit risqué. ;-)
Velvet
What was
once warmly inviting, tight and factory fresh,
Now a
darkened cavern, radiant no more, desolate.
The verve of
carnal indulgence, amusement, decadence
Now the blood
shop, exit, functioning element, vessel.
What once
were unyielding, sprightly, smooth, luxurious,
Now flaccid,
amorphous, oblong and dispirited globes
The nerve
endings that rang with rapture at each stroke
Now home to
five diminutive digits or a tiny quiescent head.
What once
was equitably smooth, firm, velvet, alluring,
Now a
factory, padlocked, weathered, spent and beat-up.
To serve the
engine of living, restocking incarnate shelves,
Some will expire,
must be supplanted, but my shift is done.
What once
was fresh and lean, functioned with vigor and vim
Now slack with
dreadful scars, emblems of veneration, victory.
The MIRV?
No, sir! Only a woman can execute this vocation.
The results
as drastic, the boom as vast, sure destruction!
And yet…
What once
was swollen, loitering below a mind quite distressed,
Now vacant but
victorious! Certainly a wonder, a miracle made.
The curves
and lines have transformed, the figure loose, drooping
The body,
never the same. But can compensation be more great?
What once
was worried, selfish, ill-equipped, irascible, vainglorious,
Now delighted,
with uncluttered affection, extolling the circumstance.
To swerve
now and then, forestalling some duties, but mostly………
Devoted, generous,
giggling and imparting. Teaching the art of living.
