the water we shed

13May08

The tongue of a stranger inside my body.
Pink lapping against a sea of pink,
open mouth meeting another open mouth
with wet insistence and uncertainty.

Pink lapping against a sea of pink,
nothing in the room moves except our bodies.
Open mouth meeting another open mouth
fluid and flush as flowering coral.

Nothing in the room moves except our bodies.
Parts disappear entirely inside other parts,
fluid and flush as flowering coral,
these soft mechanical articulations.

Parts disappear entirely inside other parts,
sliding along the water we shed,
these soft mechanical articulations
make us more than one, less than two.

Sliding along the water we shed,
with wet insistence and uncertainty,
these soft mechanical articulations:
the tongue of a stranger inside my body.


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  1. 1 chiefbiscuit on May 14, 2008 said:

    ‘make us more than one, less than two’. Such an apt description.

  2. 2 pepektheassassin on May 14, 2008 said:

    Oh, Wow! Just, Wow!

  3. 3 Dana on May 15, 2008 said:

    CB, it’s sort of a “fuzzy math” thing. Heh.

  4. 4 Dana on May 15, 2008 said:

    Pepek, thanks. You’re making me blush. Or maybe it’s the poem.

  5. 5 Rethabile on May 15, 2008 said:

    This is good, Dana. It’s good.

  6. 6 Dana on May 15, 2008 said:

    Thanks, Rethabile.

  7. 7 Rocas on June 1, 2008 said:

    First; just looking over some long neglected friends list from NaBloPoMo.

    Second, and to quote pepektheassassin ‘Oh, Wow! Just, Wow!’

    I have to go find my wife now……………..

  8. 8 Dana on June 1, 2008 said:

    Thanks Rocas.

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