Poem by Cantice
The following is a poem written by Cantice over 10 years ago. We thought it might be a suitable entry for a day that is often symbolic of love and or passion for people around the globe. This poem was written for a woman who had not yet exercised her ability to end the series of meaningless romantic (sexual) encounters that came her way.
How Do I Tell You?
The greatest thing you did
Was hug me goodnight.
You didn’t kiss me with
Your lips or your tongue.
You didn’t rub my body
To arouse me and
You didn’t try to
Squeeze until you
Entered through my
Pants.
You didn’t try
To walk me up
The stairs to
My empty bedroom.
You didn’t
Whisper sex
Games in my
Ear. You watched
My begging
Eyes, my
Wanting lips,
You felt my
Desperate respiration and
You stepped back
From my pulsing
Heartbeat and
Toasty thighs, my
Longing neck,
And my pouting
Breasts.
I had put it on the
Table like hot Thanksgiving
Dinner
And despite your
Hunger
You didn’t eat a lick.
We welcome your reactions or responses.
Happy Valentines Day!
This poem and other monologues about relationships will be featured in a production called The Art of Losing which will be performed Friday Feb. 15 at 7pm at Spelman College by a drama team compiled by Verge, the organization Cantice directs. This set of monologues has also been presented by Verge under the title The Hymen Maneuver.
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