Conquest
Posted: February 11th, 2009, 8:28 pm
This poem was inspired by an event which occurred several years ago. I was part of a group therapy group led by a young but assertive and highly intelligent woman. There was a man in our group who had been released from a maximum security prison. One morning we were having a peaceful discussion and this man got violently angry. He said my friend, David, who sat across from him, was looking at him wrong. He jumped out of his chair and started to take his coat off, clearly intending to assault my friend.
The young social worker approached the former prisoner and touched him with her fingertips on the neck and back. As soon as her skin made contact with him, his arms fell to his side and his mouth feel open. The instant she touched him, he looked dazed and vulnerable, as though she had cast a spell on him. It was almost like he was a marionette and she was the puppeteer. She had complete control of him and he simply followed along as she ushered him out.
Conquest
Velveteen touch
Wrapped snugly
Round phallic aggression
Contralto seduction
Soothing addled testosterone
With languid words
Tender triumph
Like a tropic storm
Warm and wet
Gathering strength
For feminine foray
Into golden ecstasy
The young social worker approached the former prisoner and touched him with her fingertips on the neck and back. As soon as her skin made contact with him, his arms fell to his side and his mouth feel open. The instant she touched him, he looked dazed and vulnerable, as though she had cast a spell on him. It was almost like he was a marionette and she was the puppeteer. She had complete control of him and he simply followed along as she ushered him out.
Conquest
Velveteen touch
Wrapped snugly
Round phallic aggression
Contralto seduction
Soothing addled testosterone
With languid words
Tender triumph
Like a tropic storm
Warm and wet
Gathering strength
For feminine foray
Into golden ecstasy