The Great Valley

I need a moment to inhale
woods and fresh air from your skin;
the sun-soaked, eroded soil so soft;
the hide that hides firm mountains of muscle
which lift me into the arms of the valley;
my favourite seat,
where the sacred monolith resides,
waiting to be sheltered from the elements
by my nectar-sodden flesh.

Elaine Bento  Feb 14, 2018

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Feelings

I just get these feelings…
and I want to orgasm to release the feelings,
but every time I do, it’s not enough.
So I keep playing and playing
until I’m too sensitive
and I can’t orgasm anymore.
But I still crave a high;
an emotional climax.
Then I realize it’s not the sex I crave,
but the creativity of sex.
So if I can’t be with you right now,
I’ll write a novel,
I’ll paint a portrait,
I’ll sing a song,
I’ll dance without choreography,
just so I can have that emotional climax
with myself.

Elaine Bento  Jan 17, 2018

Ladybugs Everywhere

What is it about September that makes animals stupid?

It’s the time of year that blue jays come from god-knows-where
and randomly decide to live on my street
and wake me up at 8 in the morning
with their mismatched shrieks.
Squirrels screech their horny calls from above my head.
Crickets commit suicide in my pool.

Dead skunk season.

Canadian goose shit season.

So watch your step,
and be advised:

Don’t stay still when a wasp comes;
those fuckers’ll land on you.
And ladybugs will just fly right into your eye
and get caught in your hair,
but when you try to save them,
they poop this yellow stuff on you.

Oh, and the yellow ones bite.

Elaine Bento  Sept 2015

Crashing

Rash, rash, rashashashash
Roll me close and pay me cash
Rash, tash, rashashatash
Take me there and see me last
Rash, crash, rashashacrash
Create a song and sing it fast
Rash, fash, rashashafash
Fear the need and rade the stash
Rash, lash, rashashalash
Leave me be and sweep the ash
Rash, rash, rashashashash
Slap my face and call me rash

Sept 4, 2017  Elaine Bento
Inspired by Cole St. Clair from Maggie Stiefvater’s Shiver series

No Peace

No peace.
No peace!
No matter which room
No matter which house
No matter which neighbourhood
Even through my earplugs
Even through my headphones
Even in the woods!
Even by the river!
Even by the lake!
No peace!
Electric saws
Lawn mowers
Motorcycles
Trucks
Sirens
Aeroplanes
Helicopters
Highway
TVs
Radio
Dogs barking
Doors banging
Moms nagging
Smokers coughing
Children screaming
Telephones ringing
Amateurs singing
No peace!
I wish I knew
what true silence sounds like.
People are everywhere!
The noise is everywhere!
I can’t escape it!
I have
no peace.

 

Elaine Bento
August 7, 2017

Penumbra

(Where the Light touches the Dark)

Like the moon,
I reflect the light from my brother.
And like the moon,
I forever carry a shadow
on one side,
on one side that only the bravest
dare to explore.
For what is there
but the unseen?
What is there
but the unheard, the unthought,
the unknown?
The Mystery.
Yet the light
lies just beyond the meridian
illuminating its beloved
in a sea of affection and care.
How can such a light
be bound to such darkness?
The mystery
lies in the fact that
the light side often wanes
to be like the dark side,
just as the dark side
yearns to be like the light,
even though the light side
tries to eliminate the dark
sees the dark side
of its beloved
and tries to illuminate it
as much as possible,
it still,
in the end,
returns to darkness.
But the dark side
holds a secret.
While the light side
Waxes and wanes
and ebbs and flows,
receiving energy,
then giving it away,
forever beholding
the same two orbs,
the dark side
is free to gaze
into the infinite depths
of the Universe
and behold the infinite
heavenly bodies
that shine from afar.
So even though
the light side believes
it’s turning into darkness
every time it wanes,
the dark side is forever
receiving light, love, and strength
from the infinite beloveds and brethren unknown
who sail the same void
and whose soul seeds
are made from the same essence:
Love.

Elaine Bento
August 3, 2017