as if

tonight, i whimpered your name

as if it belonged to me

as if it were raining outside

and we’d left an old window ajar, the kind

with a splintering oak frame, chipping lead paint

two panes of muted glass, gathering condensation

and our two mouths, finding each other

in the dark, like incomplete constellations

surrendering to one another, just before dawn

having longed for each other, subconsciously

in an otherwise unremarkable sky

you and i

half asleep and half drunk, on the whiskey of proximity

and the distinct scent of interdiction

slumbering defenses melting away, ever so inevitably

dripping in the same frantic path, as the water down the glass

our lips hover with an unsustainable hesitation

as if pleasure were an undiscovered form of paralysis

as if we could resist the destiny

nestled tenderly in our biology

confessing to every crime in dampened sighs

you and i

addictive personalities, infatuated strangers

articulating an obsessive curiosity

by touching the tips of our tongues

and murmuring restlessly about regrets

each kiss more hungry,  we bask in the satisfaction

in the taste we’d been pretending we would never know

our deserving mouths, opening and closing

intoxicated by the sounds of delicate suckling

our body’s humming, like the wings of honey bees

duetted with the deluge of rain

against a metal roof, at 3 a.m.

we clutch each others faces, hopelessly

bottom lips unceremoniously bitten

aching and tugging, indiscriminately

and your inked palms, so greedy

pawing through my hair, gripping

my throat, finally settling in the dimples

above my ass, we feed the urge

to destroy the negative space kept between us

all this time

as if it was all we could manage to do

to warm ourselves from the draft

from an open window during a downpour

tonight, I whimpered your name

as if I belonged to you

as if allegedly was suddenly

an absolute

a. duncan, 2018



© April Duncan,, A Woman is a Poem – Read Her, 2013 – 2018.


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16 thoughts on “as if

    1. I’d quite literally forgotten this post. Perhaps intentionally, haha. But I thank you for reminding me and that it stirred something in you. There is something about rain…. I’ve always said that sex is the best drug – but it rarely compares to the kind that happens in our mind. Women tend to be more emotional and sensory creatures so when I sit down to compose an erotic poem I find myself describing just as much if not more about the ambient sounds, fabrics, errant objects, lighting, scents in the air… as I do the sensual experience that’s taking place. Those things add and intensify the instincts.

      I’m flattered by your response. Thank you ♥️

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      1. You’re welcome ♥️ I enjoy reading older posts of bloggers that I follow, along with the current works. I try to intermingle much of the same, but with varying success.

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      2. Right? I do the same sometimes. It’s a literal psychological timeline. I know exactly where I was in my life, what I was thinking/feeling when I scroll back and open up older posts. So I also like to gaze on others further back to see how they’ve changed, both emotionally and technically.

        You can peek in on me anytime 😉


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