September 19, 2003

  • Note to Me:


    Erica Jong before dreaming is a dangerous thing ... worse than ice cream with fudge and cherries, far far worse than Seinfeld reruns.  I dozed off last night with this poem in my mind:


    The Demon Lover


    Unable to bear the falsehoods -
    the girls calling up
    each time you came
    to my bed -
    I fled
    and now I dream of you


    knowing you are
    dreaming of me,
    knowing we will always be
    each other's muse, forbidden lover,
    witch and warlock
    joined by a filament of flesh
    lover through the looking glass.


    I dream of you
    as the witch beside her husband's hearth
    dreams of the grandmaster
    of the coven,
    dreams of burning stones
    that sting the flesh,
    while her husband
    strokes her rump,
    muttering words
    of tame domestic love.


    You are my demon,
    the devil in my flesh,
    the wild child,
    the boys with eyes of flame,
    the bad seed I took
    into my body,
    the infected needle
    I craved
    more deeply
    than health.


    On every seashore
    I see you waving your arms
    out fo the whitecaps
    as you drown
    only to be reborn
    in the foam
    between my legs.


    In every bed
    you appear, sexual dybukk,
    mocking my lovers
    with your twinkling blue eyes
    and the crooked caned of your cock
    smeilling of the pit.


    You are trouble, double trouble,
    triple trouble,
    the wrecker of peace,
    but you make
    my cauldron boil.


    I dream of you always
    as I lie
    in teh sheltering arms
    of another.
    I dream of you
    as the condemned witch
    dreams of her end
    at the stake,
    when, lashed to the burning pole,
    she will offer up her flesh
    to become smoke,
    her hair to become ash,
    her soul to be carried away
    on the wings of the air,
    marrying, marrying, marrying
    the final fire.


    Erica Jong

Comments (14)

  • She had a terrific way of imaging words to the mind

  • Oh my,

    reborn

    in the foam

    between my legs.

    Sweet dreams tonight!

  • I think I need a shower...got all sweaty working in the yard...yeah...that's the reason...

  • Oooh -- brill poem!  And yeah, I can see why that would be. . .inspiring. . .

  • Xanga sure is sizzling today! Oooof!! Thank goodness for pantiliners!

    :moon: :femmeblnd:

    :lip_kiss:

  • Oh my, where did you get that amazing poem? Does Jong have a book of poetry? I must know!  :2beers:

  • DAMN!!!

    As i read that poem i thought YOU were finally thinking of how INTENSE it would be when i finally get to  :lip_kiss: those desirous LIPS beneath your hips...i'm so hard now at the thought of consumating our verboten love that i can't wait to impale you with my muscle of LOVE...you KNOW how much i want YOOU to cum in my face...mmmmmmm, YOU are such a tease...can't write no more, got to do what all your TRUE lovers do when they can't be with YOU!!!

    i sure hope masturbation is not as big a sin as they said it was in Catholic school

  • you have no idea what it means to me that you posted this today.

     :heart:

  • wooow!  i loooooove it!  thanks so much for posting...i'll definitely have to get a book of hers! :smoke: :2beers: :spam:

  •  :nanana:  Goodness! lol 

  • Dah!  The boys with the eyes of flame....dawg...

  • I once screwed someone I didn't know cos of reading Erica Jong's fear of flying.  So as far as I am concerned, she is always dangerous reading!

    All the most irreverant thoughts occured to me reading that poem.  Especially when I got to 'filament of flesh'.  Spluttered over coffee.  Morning mood.  Please forgive.  I'll stop now....  :clown:

  • Personally, I love dreaming in her words!

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