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Where I believe internet privacy is important and should not be taken lightly I also believe it is important for members to open up their profiles while requesting membership. Closing those profiles and keeping them private is understandable but please because of some of the content of poems within Cravings, we must know something about you.
So please, arrange with myself or one of the other moderators to allow for profile viewing. I think it is understandable.
Oisin
So please, arrange with myself or one of the other moderators to allow for profile viewing. I think it is understandable.
Oisin
he said and she said
when they met
he said
you look very young for your age
and she said
thank you
a year later
he said
i don't like dating older women
and she said
it's a good thing I'm a decade younger
laughing
he said
well, you know what i mean
and she said nothing
because what what was there to say?
when she turned fifty
he said
you know you could get a nip here a tuck there
and she said
why, do i look old?
frowning
he said
an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
and she said off-handedly
hmmmmmmm
when she turned fifty-five
he yelled
you lied to me about wanting to stay young
and she cried
can't you just love me the way i am?
softening
he said
i'm just trying to tell you what i see
and she said
of course you are and i'll think about it
two years later
he said
i made an appointment with a surgeon for you
and she said
what, do you want me to bind my feet too?
a year after that
she said
why don't you ever look at me?
and he said
absolutely nothing, just stared at the ground
a birthday with a zero
she said
do i still look young for my age?
and he said offhandedly
hmmmmmm
weeks later
she said
i can't stay here, i'm leaving
and he said
i don't understand, was it something i said?
the silence roared
he said
why won't you look at me?
and she said
absolutely nothing, just stared at the ground
he said
you look very young for your age
and she said
thank you
a year later
he said
i don't like dating older women
and she said
it's a good thing I'm a decade younger
laughing
he said
well, you know what i mean
and she said nothing
because what what was there to say?
when she turned fifty
he said
you know you could get a nip here a tuck there
and she said
why, do i look old?
frowning
he said
an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
and she said off-handedly
hmmmmmmm
when she turned fifty-five
he yelled
you lied to me about wanting to stay young
and she cried
can't you just love me the way i am?
softening
he said
i'm just trying to tell you what i see
and she said
of course you are and i'll think about it
two years later
he said
i made an appointment with a surgeon for you
and she said
what, do you want me to bind my feet too?
a year after that
she said
why don't you ever look at me?
and he said
absolutely nothing, just stared at the ground
a birthday with a zero
she said
do i still look young for my age?
and he said offhandedly
hmmmmmm
weeks later
she said
i can't stay here, i'm leaving
and he said
i don't understand, was it something i said?
the silence roared
he said
why won't you look at me?
and she said
absolutely nothing, just stared at the ground
The Journey, the Destination, the Lesson
1
I do not tell my fingers what to do.
I watch in fascination as they skate
Along the surface of her satin flesh,
In whorl, loop-the-loop, and trace of ridge.
They send me songs of nerve-spark full of thrill.
.
2
Her face
Unknits some at a time
And her breathing
Eases.
Tears briefly
At bay, she
Sketches a smile
With eye-crinkles
And mouth-twitch.
We hold
The backs of our heads lightly
And join ourselves at the lips
And kiss at length.
.
3
This is one night. We hope for many more.
We shimmer, shine and strive. We don't keep score.
I do not tell my fingers what to do.
I watch in fascination as they skate
Along the surface of her satin flesh,
In whorl, loop-the-loop, and trace of ridge.
They send me songs of nerve-spark full of thrill.
.
2
Her face
Unknits some at a time
And her breathing
Eases.
Tears briefly
At bay, she
Sketches a smile
With eye-crinkles
And mouth-twitch.
We hold
The backs of our heads lightly
And join ourselves at the lips
And kiss at length.
.
3
This is one night. We hope for many more.
We shimmer, shine and strive. We don't keep score.
ISOLATION
Isolation.
Touching, seeing, feeling, saying
nothing.
From the snow-covered mountain-top,
the half-forgotten words of a half-remembered song
are sung discordantly into the cold wind.
Lyrics return, unheard by human ear,
to haunt the singer.
Loneliness surrounds.
Vacuum.
Nothing but empty echoes.
Distances.
Isolation.
Touching, seeing, feeling, saying
nothing.
From the snow-covered mountain-top,
the half-forgotten words of a half-remembered song
are sung discordantly into the cold wind.
Lyrics return, unheard by human ear,
to haunt the singer.
Loneliness surrounds.
Vacuum.
Nothing but empty echoes.
Distances.
Isolation.
massage this
oil to the muscle
thumbs to the tightness
ply for the rightness
a bedsession needs
fun in the tussle
kissing goodnightness
sex with politeness
sows all kinds of seeds
thumbs to the tightness
ply for the rightness
a bedsession needs
fun in the tussle
kissing goodnightness
sex with politeness
sows all kinds of seeds
Hunger
When darkness falls early
and warmth drains out of the air
like blood from a severed limb
and the cold knifes
between my ribs,
this is the time I most hunger
for the warmth of another
who can speak to me
without words,
who can untie
the knot of my heart,
before whom I stand naked
when fully clothed.
© 2011 joanielind
and warmth drains out of the air
like blood from a severed limb
and the cold knifes
between my ribs,
this is the time I most hunger
for the warmth of another
who can speak to me
without words,
who can untie
the knot of my heart,
before whom I stand naked
when fully clothed.
© 2011 joanielind
"Kids are Baby Goats"
Kids are Baby Goats
“Kids are baby goats” they said.
Those teachers ever virgin
and reviled.
Who made us sit up straight
not chew gum
be quiet,
were fond of saying.
“Kid” to denote a human child
now goes unchallenged.
Miss Morton and
Sister Mary
sleep
in fretful repose
yearning for
the page to turn.
“Kids are baby goats” they said.
Those teachers ever virgin
and reviled.
Who made us sit up straight
not chew gum
be quiet,
were fond of saying.
“Kid” to denote a human child
now goes unchallenged.
Miss Morton and
Sister Mary
sleep
in fretful repose
yearning for
the page to turn.
