The Beautiful Permission

The Beautiful Permission

March 25, 2014  |  poetry

The grass under our feet (as much as

your dimples) was responsible for offering

sacrifice, so we could slide smile, court

coy glances, and balance tenacity over



roots, rocks, sloping curves. We circled

each other, noticing, observing, that way

we do. Negotiation peeled off slowly

from my heartbeat heist as a ripe



cream moon cracked open dark. You

whispered, whimpered; my pen tore

through slick paper as soon as it could,

desperate for the inky release. How



could I know your upturned mouth

and skin would split open in me

such grace, such monstrous want,

such a taste for marrow? I keep



my own hungers in check, for fear

I will devour too much, open too wide

overstep, explode—myself or others.

What could happen, you asked. What



would you do? If only I had the beautiful

permission, perhaps I would find out.

Perhaps I will, when your heart is placed

under mine, under a bursting sky, again.

comment on this
 

Want more? You’re insatiable.

monthly(ish) newsletter

for just the highlights, announcements, workshops, and sometimes even exclusive smut. Plus, get the password for protected posts.

e-mail digest

Do you love following Sugarbutch, but don't check this site regularly, or can't check from work because it's too dirty? Easy! Just subscribe below and receive the new Sugarbutch posts directly to your email inbox once a day.


3 Comments


  1. I’ve always loved this one, Sir.

  2. this is so beautiful.

    and:
    I have so much writing I’ve never published here do you want to see it?

    yes! your poems are always such a treat.

  3. This reminded me of a verse from the Bhagavad Gita: “Through sacrifice you can procreate, and it shall satisfy all your desires.”

    I second yarrow, your poetry is beautiful and appreciated. :)

Leave a Reply