Argument

her lips
garnet colored, glossy
laugh at sobriety

exhilarated
she can blow
questions away
with a smooth exhale

her mouth
tells her mind
that there are
different kinds
of wrong

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pretty she is
ugly she does
maybe she's his
maybe she was

holy and haunted
madonna, whore
dismissed and wanted
a fascinating bore

sugar, spice
does anyone know?
fire, ice
yes and no

So...what do you think the title of this poem should be?

Shahrazad

his day off
is my day on
like Shahrazad
sensuous solutions
dark haired diversion

each day is
his birthday
filled with surprises
adult amusement

orchestrating
utopian fantasies
while maintaining
this week's manicure

my very survival
depends on the
ability to
enchant and
enthrall

spellbound, he marvels
at my mastery
wishing for infinite
days of leisure

as he travels
toward his dreams
I wish for a
distraction of my own


Scheherazade, more correctly known as Shahrazad and sometimes Scheherazadea or Shahrzād (Persian: شهرزاد ); is a legendary Persian queen and the storyteller of The Book of One Thousand and One Nights, also, though erroneously, known as the Arabian Nights.Her story is as follows: every day Shahryar (Persian: شهريار or "king") would marry a new virgin, and every day he would send yesterday's wife to be beheaded. This was done in anger, having found out that his first wife was betraying him. He had killed three thousand such women by the time he was introduced to Scheherazade, the vizier's daughter.Against her father's protestations, Scheherazade volunteered to spend one night with the King. Once in the King's chambers, Scheherazade asked if she might bid one last farewell to her beloved sister, Dunyazad, who had secretly been prepared to ask Scheherazade to tell a story during the long night. The King lay awake and listened with awe to Scheherazade's first story and asked for another, but Scheherazade said there was not time as dawn was breaking, and regretfully so, as the next story was even more exciting.And so the King kept Scheherazade alive as he eagerly anticipated each new story, until, one thousand and one adventurous nights, and three sons later, the King had not only been entertained but wisely educated in morality and kindness by Scheherazade who became his Queen.

Sequence

his dependable
presence
makes his
absence
difficult andintense
(miss him, I do)
furtive messages
make me tense
these sensations
make no sense
simplicity tangles
into something dense
(dismiss him, says you)
we could
dispense
with this
obvious pretense
intimateprepense
(dis him, I will not)
in his
defense
his charm
immense
together
let us commence
(I'll kiss him, so what?)

Pawn

"...but who in your measly little world are you trying to prove thatyou're made out of gold and -a can't be sold..." ~Jimi Hendrix, Are You Experienced

he tells me
that he wants to
buy me out
I cringe and clap
exhilarated, alarmed
like a small child
watching fireworks

his cold truth
sears--dry ice
rough,
severe
even a girl like me
can be bought
and sold