Concubine

De Ja vue or what ;) love this one sorry gotta get to bed its now four am lol ekkkkk I better get some sleep love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Charles B, I never knew you to be a cruel poet, you’ve been more than honest enough loving me with straight-forward words and cheap wine after-sex cigarettes laid out in perfect lines– (first six lines are really good!) hardly ever leave no doubt to benefit, (I don't know what this means. It is awkward.) stains on pillows, sheets (A bit cliché) and my smokey eyes If I were a lesser woman I’d tell you I feel privileged and honoured that you still call me your whore– (last 3 lines: wonderful juxtaposition) never throw me out of your bed no matter how (there is a tense change earlier, which really is noticed here) sick you are of my sickness, no matter how distasteful I am when the sunrises and you see who I am and not who you want me to be, (last 4 lines: very good lines, if speaking to the child in us) gathering storm clouds (cliché) furrowed deep into my brows, (nice line; removes the cliché with a provocative twist) my arms akimbo, (mixed feelings - it has a nice cadence) daring you to be real. (nice line) Brian

A desperation of survival and need on both sides of the bed. Interesting that you alter ego sees both sides almost as equal... Loved the lines If I were a lesser woman I’d tell you I feel privileged and honoured that you still call me your whore– I can have fun with this one, if I can borrow it for a bit .... Seabhac

I love reading your poems. They are like being given a small piece of your mind, which is phenomenal! I love these journeys, your senses take me to places I could not find on my own. Always, Cat

There's a certain sincerity to this write I find very alluring. As it's well written, the write also carries the subject without fear, and creates a kind of honesty scarce in more fluffy writes of the genre. Bastards, whores, love and poetry,- staring love in the eye, so to speak. I like this. Espen

Ann of Norway In your finest moment... "sick you are of my sickness, no matter how distasteful I am when the sunrises and you see who I am in my finest moment" Oh this bit made me smile from ear to ear Anna. Oh and that row of cigarettes is so marching to Hell isn't it? The akimbo makes you suggest a puppet or doll which I lke in this context. Love from your sister Anuska.

Very straight to the point...like your boldness. Rosina xena465

Again an excellent write A. I do love the agressiveness - it's mixed with a little wistfulness I think. Love Judy .

It is of course the stark honesty within the poetic form that is your seducer and you give yourself over to the unpretentious naked truths that are worthy of possessing you. When it comes to C.B you have no inhabitions (your a slut) in your poetic form as well, and you reveal yourself in all your passionate desire. That's one of the reasons your such a truthful poet. In this poem you demand from yourself no less as a poet then you take from the poetry of C.B. Love B B