Indignation at the Inevitable

The inherent frustration

In the changing

Of the meaning

Of a word

Over time

Has me irritated

Flustered

A little bit pissed, even

When did voluptuous

Betray me

And cease to mean sensuous?

Prone to sensual enjoyment?

Yes!

Relating to

Or characterized by

Sensual pleasure?

You betcha!

Full of delight

Or pleasure 

To the senses?

Yes sir, indeed!

Why did big tits get to highjack

My perfectly good word

And render it backward?

Awkward?

Off?

They’ve tried to hijack everything

The bodacious imposters

And they’ve almost succeeded

One too many men spoke of the voluptuous woman

And one too many a person 

Who didn’t know that big ol’ word

Assumed it referred to those big ol ‘things—

The charlatans

And assumption

Became connotation

Became presumption

Became fact

So I can’t be voluptuous anymore

Just like you can’t be gay

Or lusty

Perfectly good words

Gone askance

And askew

On the way to their new home

No matter!

I’ll be voluptuous

And you be lusty

And we’ll roll around in our holy lust

Till the world tilts a little

And the angels will sing

© 2019 Laurie Sitterding

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My entry for the September 2019 prompt—"Lust"—at Poets Online
"Our September prompt is lust, in one or more of its forms. Consider all levels, from intense sexual desire to a strong longing, or even the obsolete meanings of pleasure, delight, wish, or craving. Surprise us."