This week, I announced that my new poetry book, Stingrays, will be released early next year. Stingrays is close to 90% completed, so I am excited to share this new collection of poetry with you. My first novel, Fortune Cookie, took a year to write; but poetry is a different beast. Fiction follows a certain rhythm of defining the plot, developing characters and creating mental imagery. However, I prefer not to force myself to write poetry. I can push myself to write about certain topics in poetry, but I prefer to keep it organic.
Stingrays has taken me a year and a half to write. There were certain things I had to live through to be able to write about. There were also certain things I had to witness repeatedly before I became fed up with enough to write about. Poetry is comprised of emotions and intimate thoughts. My poetry always speaks from my point of view so even if the story doesn’t belong to me I can relate to it. Poetry is sacred and intentional, despite the fact that it can be open to various interpretations. This collection of poetry consists of thoughts transferred from my head to paper. Few people have have even viewed some of these poems.
One of the poems that will be featured in Stingrays, entitled “Between the Sheets”. I will leave this one up to your interpretation; but remember that all things are not as they seem. The spice of life is created through different vantage points so leave your thoughts on what you think this poem is about.
Between The Sheets
Turn the sheets back
So I can see you better
So I can inhale you deeper
Skin to skin
And witness your glorious splendor
Leave the lights on
The experience is more memorable that way
Besides, I’d hate to feel my way
Around such a rousing beauty
In the pitfalls of darkness
Tell me all your thoughts
Whisper your fantasies into my ear
I’ll keep them quietly sequestered
Take control when I ask you to
Bite my lips, pull my hair, whip me while
You tie me up in this velvet chair
Never set me free and offer me
Decadent, incredible edibles
But don’t forget to be gentle when
You know I need it most
Leave your inhibitions on the coat rack
If you play nicely, I might let you
Have them back when I’m done
Giving you an experience that’s too spectacular
For virtual existence,
An astringent lifting and sifting
The surface, shallow preconceived notions
From your brain
What’s behind door #1?
You’re not afraid to go deeper are you?
Don’t tell me you’re scared
To get a little messy, are you?
Drop your tepidness to the floor
Follow me down the hazy corridor
When it’s all said done they’ll
Want to know just how
The creamy center oozed and spilled to the floor
Tell them they should have been there