Come Back To Bed

[Veronique]

I marvel at the shape
of catastrophe--the enfolding cusp,
ever enfolding until it backs
up on itself.

Oedipus,
begins an authoritative investigator
becomes a criminal, insider to outsider,
originator to originated
folded back to a pussy-whipped boy.

"Come back to bed, Ed honey......"

Clamorous my energy and drive,
moral prohibitions tell fish
not to swim, the eagle not to soar.
Hold in check the lush and thick.
the lipped, pinkie-black butterfly.

"Come back to bed, Ed honey ......"

Dimmesdale caught with his pants down;
catastrophic descent from pulpit to lust
isn't nice-- even if he and Hester just
once or twice behind the barley barn.

Mediation between fierce sexuality
and Puritanical inhibition ... in the woods
just once or twice, just once or twice.
just once or twice, just once or twice.
Repress and erupt, repress and erupt,
repress and erupt, just once or twice.

"Come back to bed, Dimmesdale honey......"

"Come back to bed, Adam honey ......."

Teeter, teeter to and fro, to and fro
between inhibition and lechery--
catastrophe when she showed her tits,
laughed and cooed,

"Come back to bed, Roy honey."
　
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[billy]

sometimes i read a poem and have no idea how to reply to it, usually because i think. "is this that well done, i'm missing something" i see this poem as being a well crafted piece yet, always a yet, maybe i see it as too well crafted.
for some reason i see the 3rd and last stanza as though they shouldn't be there, like there are two different poems going on. the transition from the rich to the well written trampy/sexual don't juxtapose that well.
so while it's an extremely well written poem (something i couldn't match) it doesn't work. sorry about my confusion.
i got a laugh out of the last stanza but i felt as though i missed something elsewhere.

thanks for the read.

[Bronte]

rotf well done

rise you wicked man,
so titillating butt on
the cusp of horny

[Erthona]

Butt, where is Caligula...and his little horse, Mister
ed where his sister, giving...oh come back to bed...

...and the eagle flies with the dove, and you can't be with the one you love, honey...