The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 12/28/05)

You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop

You ask why sometimes I say stop
why sometimes I cry no
while I shake with pleasure.
What do I fear, you ask,
why don't I always want to come
and come again to that molten
deep sea center where the nerves
fuse open and the brain
and body shine with a black wordless light
fluorescent and heaving like plankton.

If you turn over the old refuse
of sexual slang, the worn buttons
of language, you find men
talk of spending and women
of dying.

You come in a torrent and ease
into limpness. Pleasure takes me
farther and farther from the shore
in a series of breakers, each
towering higher before it
crashes and spills flat.

I am open then as a palm held out,
open as a sunflower, without
crust, without shelter, without
skin, hideless and unhidden.
How can I let you ride
so far into me and not fear?

Helpless as a burning city,
how can I ignore that the extremes
of pleasure are fire storms
that leave a vacuum into which
dangerous feelings (tenderness,
affection, l o v e) may rush
like gale force winds.

Marge Piercy

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RL

le petit mort ~

How well she has said it. You have increased my understanding today.

And it reminds me of the question: If you woke up one morning to find you had become a woman, what's the first thing you would do? :evilgrin:

I think you know the answer to that... :evilgrin:

RL

:evilgrin: (I'm glad they don't ration these.) :evilgrin:

You sure know how to turn up the heat, my friend. Very nice post today! :loveya:

:hi:

RL

:evilgrin:

RL

:spank: cause now, of course, i wanna know more....

Her ability to express her thoughts and feelings is overwhelming.....

I did not know anyone could express it so well.

Thank you, RetroLounge.....

:hi:

RL

written so eloquently. Thanks RL

(and consequently require a cigarette that I can't have,) I proclaim that it's "REAL NICE!" :rofl:

:rofl:

You did quit awhile back, didn't you?

(I'm busted.) Mostly. I've had one or two from time to time without a big cave-in. Full disclosure: I got a pack of Dunhill Reds in my Christmas stocking for the party season through January 1. Then I'm back on the wagon.

I'm not proud of it.

On one occasion a few weeks ago, I smoked three. Then I threw the rest away. I knew if I didn't, I'd just keep smoking them and likely go buy more. It's tough, especially when you go out!

:rofl:

RL

:toast:

So deep in meaning, it is beyond the reach of reason alone.

Thanks for posting.

I'd respond, but I'm feeling kinda vulnerable already...
;)

:hug:

RL

scruffy + infinitely huggable = sexy

:hug:

:cry:

:hug::hug::hug::hug::hug:
:hug::hug::hug::hug::hug:

RL

I love these threads! :hi:

:hi:

RL