MAGDALENE CARMEN
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C'MON

first i stared
at jesus. then james
franco with a three-day
stubble. 'love,' said james
and jesus. so c'mon
twist my light dress
knot my insides
stun this fun girl
​shake this woman with your truth.
Picture

"OMNIA  VINCIT  AMOR"

Virgil (70 BC–19BC)
​Eclogue 
X, line 69

MORE  THAN 

you sleep with me
like a child. i cannot sleep
from discovering your eyes
are cornflower blue uncommon.
you are new, two handsbreadths
more than the man i loved
before you.  
might i love you more because
i like the smell of you better?
(i come easy when you call 
sweet-pungent animal.)  
we love milk to the same degree.
​might you love  me better?
i lie here delicate against 
your substantial and contemplate
the Chaos Theory explaining 
our intersecting because this morning
those Venn diagrams didn't.

BLACK + WHITE

i cannot love you more
​than this page of words that will stay
long after i forget the slant
of your face. it will weaken
me with unblinking black and white
stares: the naked strength
​of the truth of our moments.

SUCKER

we meet at your kitchen table
like knife and fork unwitting,
moving food to mouth in civil
eating. my body is fed
with more than bread. my life
comes from what's in your head,
feeding me past the emptiness
of plates, i am: full before they're empty,
sucker for mind-blowing things.

SUGAR

take me
very slowly.
​like smoking
a holy cigar.
or budding
like a flower.


BLOOD

you will surrender when i say
i want lip service. i mean read
my lips, they are the colour
of your blood. of any man's alive.
and man & man will shoot
each other dead with gun
​when i put on
my lipstick.
these lips are news:
blood-red they drip and you drop
dead and everybody cries murder
​when it was suicide, lips
​out of sync.

NOW

now memory
does not satisfy.
now imagination
will not melt words in
my mouth. my lines are
weak, i play with speech where
letters & their accents won't
repeat what really went
between us when we kissed.

INCLINATION

i shall caress
the total mess
you are and kiss
your inclination to unimpress
me with your careless
-ness.

SOMETHING

there is something
about you, before me, dressed.
the throbbing in my head
uncovering you unknowing.
you, before me, not seeing my hands
have moved: fulfilling in explicit
pictures this almighty push
to get to your absolute nothing-on
​beautiful.

DIRTY

your hands are filthy
with the manness i want
against my womanhood.
touch my silk china
dirty, mark it with the distinction
of used things.

GREASE

your leather jacket has eaten
​me. consumed me so i no longer
remember things besides
meeting you in a packed,
merry place run by mechanical
strangers. you threw me in your black
open car, smelt the leather
of my shoes. how the sidewalk
​shook when we stepped on its grease
circles and danced because
the moon was as full of milk as we.

YESTERDAY

yesterday the song
you wrote and sang for me tore
through my dress.
and there i was again
with you, in dearest spaces
in certain rooms and streets.
your smell in my hair, my bed,
my skin. my mouth pressed
on your chest, sweet mouth
on your belly and below.
pink skies and purple flowers
fell on us in your mother's garden
where we got scared because
we'd touched the holy grail.
​jesus, what if it slipped and broke?

WHAT IS A BRA

what is a bra but a piece
of plaited string teasing
you into untying
me. it is not modesty.
untying's the thing. why,
i would put on the bra
i do not wear
for untying's sake to remind
you you are privileged
to unstrap me, know
me bare, go
beyond this cleavage that entices
because i don't live in the same house
​as you, that is all.

​​xxx
​
nonvoxpop

PS Magdalene Carmen's poems of a more social-commentary nature have been published in various AU literary journals/newspapers (traditional and online) including the leading nationals Quadrant and The Weekend Australian Review, the latter including her more recent fashion advertising satire HELLO JESUS in their winter-spring 2020 content.

​From 2011-2015 Magdalene Carmen was founding editor-art director of PASH CAPSULE, pioneer Facebook-only journal of love poems and provocations she launched to address the gap in love poetry publishing in Australia and abroad, harnessing the just-booming social media platform's interactivity. PASH CAPSULE presented work by Australian and overseas poets in iconic red+white capsules, and related classic + contemporary lover images / love stories picked from online pop culture sources.  WHAT IS A BRA is Magdalene's own personal journal on Woman + Love (that she maintains whimsically).

© MAGDALENE CARMEN
M30FOUR.COM
​2016-2021

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