Dorian Hargrove 8:30 p.m., Dec. 12
this weeks poem in the Reader is a wowser!!!
so hit ur browser and partake of the haughtest poem yet to be published by the READER
yah u saw it right...i choose to be corrupted...hahahahahahahahaha
here's one of my more uncorrupted favorites
They are kissing, on a park bench,
on the edge of an old bed, in a doorway
or on the floor of a church. Kissing
as the streets fill with balloons
or soldiers, locusts or confetti, water
or fire or dust. Kissing down through
the centuries under sun or stars, a dead tree,
an umbrella, amid derelicts. Kissing
as Christ carries his cross, as Gandhi
sings his speeches, as a bullet
careens through the air toward a child’s
good heart. They are kissing,
long, deep, spacious kisses, exploring
the silence of the tongue, the mute
rungs of the upper palate, hungry
for the living flesh. They are still
kissing when the cars crash and the bombs
drop, when the babies are born crying
into the white air, when Mozart bends
to his bowl of soup and Stalin
bends to his garden. They are kissing
to begin the world again. Nothing
can stop them. They kiss until their lips
swell, their thick tongues quickening
to the budded touch, licking up
the sweet juices. I want to believe
they are kissing to save the world,
but they’re not. All they know
is this press and need, these two-legged
beasts, their faces like roses crushed
together and opening, they are covering
their teeth, they are doing what they have to do
to survive the worst, they are sealing
the hard words in, they are dying
for our sins. In a broken world they are
practicing this simple and singular act
to perfection. They are holding
onto each other. They are kissing.
by Dorianne Laux
and a Snippet of my own
she sat at her computer for a long time after he said a swift goodbye and left her with half a cigarette...which was a sacrifice for him she knew....
she thought about the redhead....who would have swiftly reached in and rendered every fiber of his nerves to snap and explode to her will....no wondering in her where to apply the pressure of her lips and tongue....where to surrender just a little more.....his chest pressed against her undulating back....her legs opened wide....her scream stifled 'til his body gave the cue....his caresses catered to a pattern long discovered and so well known.....the knowing her body would spark with the discovery that indeed they'd been a perfect pair....knowing that their coming together would bring the height of reality and pleasure to ease the longing of his eager soul
she knew as she sipped her ice tea that she would never be able to compete with that.....the familiar smell of her body......the heady scent of her hair....the languid way she threw her legs over his legs......only she knew the positions that comforted him...relaxed him....and she kissed his eyelids as he closed them...to drift into a completely satisfied sleep.....his arm over her shoulder....his manhood pressed against her buttocks ...his heart beating slowly ...in time with hers.....
no heartbeat on her computer....only keys to send her love to him....clumsy spelling....words that might not find their way.....only fantasy's with no tactile connections......even if she had been able to physically be with him....the disadvantage would have still been there still.....a new lover....an old lover.....
she pushed herself away from the keyboard as the tears began to fall and caught her breath.....
she knew this was risky when she started it....knew that it was a different kind of connection that sped along the Ethernet to find or not find it's mark.....she hope he would tell her if it was only sex.....because in spite of the magic....sex was not all she needed......not sex in the complete unknown....
time would bring more closeness...more understanding.....but real hands...real fingers....real thighs.....real throbbing inside and out would always supplant it.....it's still an open mystery....it's truth still to be told......can i still hover here near the fire....lingering to feel the heat......can he....???