I MADE LOVE
I made love
to the Gulf of Mexico,
a hundred thousand
drooling waves jumping
over themselves,
a hundred thousand
drooling men playing
leapfrog to reach me
with sea-slick fingers
and gravity,
weightless exhibitionist
on my hands and knees,
belly down at dawn,
paying no mind
to the voyeur with the camera
or the jogger who
pretends not to watch.
© Bryan Borland
So that’s what you’ve been doing! I had come to expect a few poems a week. I love the gulf coast, great R & R
Ray Sharp
July 3, 2009 at 7:30 am
Yes sir – I’d been trying to stay away from the blog for a while just to see what creative energies stirred. I’d last a day or too and then I’d be back to posting as usual. Clearly I’m a blog addict. Recognizing this, when we went to Florida for a while, I decided to leave the computer at home and didn’t even check email. It was glorious!
I’ve got several very rough poems (covered in sand) that I’ll rework and post, but my most productive project was the organization of my forthcoming chapbook which I’m very excited about. Thanks for the comment! I’ve got to make my rounds to the blogs and will be commenting throughout the day. Can’t wait to see what you’ve all been posting!
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 7:41 am
My work is the anti-poem. Three-day weekend, hoping something creative will come of it.
Ray Sharp
July 3, 2009 at 7:51 am
I’m sure you’ll pull something magical out of your hat, Ray.
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 5:42 pm
All I can say is torrid…torrid…torrid. Good stuff mon amis.
valbrussell
July 3, 2009 at 9:58 am
Actually, Val… this poem is about you. I was the referenced jogger trying not to pay attention, and you were the one writhing in the sand.
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 5:40 pm
Cool, yet creepy…….I love it! God I need a new STD, the old one just isn’t doing it for me anymore..
bindo
July 3, 2009 at 10:12 am
MedicatedLady can hook you up, B!
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 5:40 pm
is it hot in here?
for some reason I see this poem in very short lines.
Like two word lines
– i made love
– to the Gulf Coast
I think I say that because of the hinge of weightless exhibitionist.
Oh and (no pun intended) I don’t think you need cock when you have something as glorious as sea slick fingers
Glad to have you back and I MUST hear more about chapbook prep!
jessiecarty
July 3, 2009 at 12:00 pm
Let’s try it like that.
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Hey – I like it like this… the lines are more wave-like. I’m going back and forth on cock. This poem is bi-curious.
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 12:06 pm
*claps* it does look pretty kewl like that, you could even chop the lines more and make some surprises but i just love it!
and, ya know, i’m open to cock *grin*
jessiecarty
July 3, 2009 at 12:21 pm
I know you have a fondness for Whitman and this piece reminded me of one of his works, particularly the very inclusiveness of all those around. It sets up a great image in the mind. Nicely done!
Tel
July 3, 2009 at 12:17 pm
Thanks Tel! Whitman-esque = praise of the highest magnitude to me.
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 5:41 pm
Goodness! *fans self*
Welcome back, as well! As to the sunburn issue (the story of which was charming, by the by), just slather yourself with aloe vera and Let the Magic Happen.
Joseph Harker
July 3, 2009 at 4:20 pm
A suggestion of aloe vera as lube from someone in the know. Thanks Joseph!
poeticgrin
July 3, 2009 at 5:42 pm
Dearest Bryan, I don’t writhe dear, I’m far too old. I leave the writhing to you younguns as my best writhing days are past.
valbrussell
July 3, 2009 at 7:55 pm
sounds like someone was having a bit of fun with those waves. great fun, your poem. hope all is well.
Michelle Johnson
July 3, 2009 at 9:06 pm
Thanks Michelle! Happy to be home.
poeticgrin
July 4, 2009 at 9:18 am
It sounds so much like the stories my gay male friends would tell me after a short trip to the beach. But you tell the story with style, and also creatively.
mariana
July 4, 2009 at 2:48 am
We should hang out, Mariana.
poeticgrin
July 4, 2009 at 9:17 am
I am sure we would if we lived nearby
mariana
July 4, 2009 at 9:46 am
Bryan, loved this piece with the intertwining imagery of the anthropomorphic waves. So cool.
Vic
July 6, 2009 at 9:15 am
is the Gulf of Mexico a reference to a person?
Anyway I dig this sensous poem!
Nice work!
btw, I’m back! I’m back! Nine boring days of military exercise. Yikes.
benjaminchew110478
July 14, 2009 at 6:58 pm