the water we shed
May 13, 2008
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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If you don’t credit Dana (by using her full name and preferably by linking back to the appropriate post) for however you copy, distribute, transmit or adapt her words, you are being bad. And naughty. And she will have her servant monkeys hunt you down and cut your hands off so you can never copy, distribute, transmit or adapt anyone’s work again and call it your own.
(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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‘make us more than one, less than two’. Such an apt description.
Oh, Wow! Just, Wow!
CB, it’s sort of a “fuzzy math” thing. Heh.
Pepek, thanks. You’re making me blush. Or maybe it’s the poem.
This is good, Dana. It’s good.
Thanks, Rethabile.
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……………..
Thanks Rocas.