The Masochistic Pumpkin
It penetrates my flesh, I lust for it
To reach the sweet darkness inside
My body. It is stabbing and sliding
In and out of me until it comes
Full circle around my scalp.
Its retreat leaves me longing,
I’m desperate to finally be
Beautiful, if only for tonight.
One night: that’s all I ask.
Keep pushing and pulling, I will not
Cry when painted fingernails gouge
My eyes: first left, then right. Gaze
Into me and want for more.
I’m nearly beautiful as you
deliberate your next artful cut.
Slide in it and draw it slow, sweet
Knife; I crave your loving
Carve this Halloween night.
Fascinating. The sexual and masochist references, whilst managing to reflect the burning desire of something as lowly as a pumpkin are very well done, in such a few short words. Our skills lies in the complex plotting and character development of high wordcount novels, and we envy people with this knack of choosing just the right word in poetry.