Dec 03
You begin…
Just a poem tonight. I have no idea when I wrote it. I barely remember it. But there it was, hidden in the old computer files I still need to sort out. So here it is…
You Begin
When your soft fingers
flex against the walls
of my deep cavern,
you begin.
Or is it sooner?When you first feel
the pulse of my hot
blood in your own veins,
is it then?
Or is it whenI feel him still
beneath me, still
enclosed by flesh,
but still.
Is it then
that you first move?Almost you.
Or when I run
screaming
to my own mother,
blood on hands,
wanting to swim
with the bloodless girls,
already ashamed
of my blue bra?Is that you then,
new, impatient?
Or is it whenmy own fingers
flex against the wall
of her deep cavern
and further inside
I drum life patterns
into waiting rooms
and you begin.
December 3rd, 2007 at 9:16 am
WOW! And also, yum, yum yum! And might I add, gorgeous!
(Ah, you can trust me for the heights of literary criticism.
)
December 3rd, 2007 at 9:59 am
Hmm, when I found it again, I really liked it. But I think it could use some polishing., you know, before you eat it!