December 7, 2012

• December 5 poem

  Got a little behind on the project but catching up tonight, it certainly gives me an excuse to write. The important thing is to get back to the goal and my friend Suzanne gave me the pep talk I need. The inspiration, thinking about the color red and it went all stream of consciousness. So….here it is, and its a bit saucy.

  It wasn’t at all like the movies,
  fists tight like round red balls
  on either side of the thrashing head
  and the red shirt was not removed as
  the wrists were held down
  so the button fly was released
  with the use of arching limber hips,
  the toes gripped and popped
  and hooked themselves on the waistband,
  freed the cotton Hanes
  emancipated the erection,
  shimmied the jeans
  down the back of the thigh and calf
  until they collected crumpled
  around the ankles and tennis shoes
  with a “Whoop!” of surprise
  and the gossamer silk gathered
  at the navel, one hand still holding
  the willing wrists, the other
  pushing aside tights and
  a sheer slip of satin,
  plaid and pink silk
  slick and sticky with sweat
  clinging to their chests
  and they made love on the floor
  with their shirts on.

  • 9:44 pm
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