Description: Written a long time ago. I was inspired by a scene from that movie Bride of Chucky, where the guy tells someone that the French call an orgasm Le Petite Morte, meaning, "The Little Death."
Le Petite Morte -------------------------------------------
The smoke of incense clouds the air
Almost too heavy to breathe.
Shadows flicker in the night.
Your hand rests upon my sleeve.
I feel your breath against my neck.
I feel the touch of your face.
As you nibble on my ear
I crave the warmth of your embrace.
Caresses and kisses will never be enough
To quell this thirst inside
Only your total surrender will do
For my hunger will never subside.
I flick my tongue across your lips
To get a little taste
Take my hand and join with me
We'll swiftly leave this place.
As I slowly lead you to my lair
Bathed in silk and candlelight
I softly whisper in your ear
Let's die a little tonight.
Hmm... la petite mort is the philosophical name given to orgasms, and so the poem inquires the persona's beloved to have sex. The title was captivating leaving its "original" significance aside.
The poem is eloquently written, with magnificent diction. At no point do you become vulgar in your desires, but you keep a degree of elegance.
This is cleverly written with beautiful imagery. If I should recommend one thing, though, is to make a more comprehensible structure.
This was relly good. Did you watch Bride of Chucky the other night on TV?? I did, we may have been watching it at the same time...creepy creepy eh...so you have to come see me because I demand it...homecoming is Saturday at our school...starts at 4, don't know if I am going.
Ah. Wonderful. I loved the lines, 'Take my hand and join with me We'll swiftly leave this place. As I slowly lead you to my lair Bathed in silk and candlelight I softly whisper in your ear Let's die a little tonight.'
Really it was just a wonderfully clever poem. The rhyme scheme was wonderful. I don't have a lot to say about this...it was wonderful. I loved it. ...Jessie
Submission Name: Le Petite Morte
