The Many Moods of Mary: Body Poems

I have been playing around witht he Rictameter form for awhile now and enjoying it. Here I decided to use the word 'Body' and as I started the poem, I got ideas for others. They are all quite similar, but coujure very different feelings. So, here they are, just a little fun with words:

And a quick review, Rictamenter is a poem with lines consisting of a certain number of syllables per line: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2 and the first word is the same as the last.

Body - Three Takes

Body
Heat is rising
Beads of sweat are forming
Pulse rate quickens, muscles tense
Ragged breathing builds to a crescendo
Both blood and interest start to drain
As you roll away from
My now useless
Body


Body
Heat is rising
Hearts race and faces flush
Gasping urgently we race on
Frenzied movements build to a crescendo
Gently, dreamily we come back
To ourselves, and savor
One another’s
Body


Body
Heat is rising
Beads of sweat form as my
Heart rate rises, breaths come shallow
Muscles twisting, turning, writhing, pulling
Standing here in this dressing room
As I try to get these
Damn jeans on my
Body