This I Am

This I am

I left it in New Orleans, cursed by that relentless tide
Never to subside
I left it a crumpled mess, just like The Entry and all those
Relentless boys that… tried
Oh mama never said a girl would become as big as all those


Shied, like the devil who fell into a sideways grave
Oh how those days… just won’t behave, when they traipse ‘round
These holy grounds
Hollow… not holy… cuz I just keep trying to empty them
Of all we done
County Cork
Down that road, with that dark-and-fallow fork


Just us kids… not knowin just how shallow
The water really is
Or the depth of his reach
Nor the lessons
Those Quarters, and his ‘no-quarters’… preach
Or the demons they eventually…


Oh dark and troubled days
You’re the death that stalks my ways
And leaves them shudderin’
A shudderin’…


La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018


Caught My Eye

man heaving rope

It’s so very hard to look away

when a man’s masculinity is on display, at play;

a thousand times a day

holding me in sway, until upon him I prey.

Or until another one has me undone,

unsprung, my sharp tongue unwrung.

And suddenly I’m once again chasing the frictions,

of my predilections.

And the inflictions of my indomitable conflictions

have got me dreaming, and scheming,

about a strong man that needs a good reaming;

until mad with desire he finds he’s finally creaming

that seething.

But don’t forget… it’s me that’s still teething.

So soon I’ll find another one, that fits like a glove

all the fantasies I’ve yet to dream of, conceive of.

Could this one be real love,

with his perfect eyes, and tender thighs?  A variety of sighs

he’d realize, if only he’d give in, to my particular brand of sin.

Or until another one’s caught my eye, as he passes on by,

and with a wink, and a slink, and suddenly I can’t think.

And so I follow, and tell him I’ll swallow

all his pretty lies,

with my inglorious cries.

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018