The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 5/6/08 (warning: graphic language)

[BlueIris]

"It"

Sometimes we fit together like the creamy
speckled three-section body of the banana, that
joke fruit, as sex was a joke when we were kids,
and sometimes it is like the jagged blue comb of glass across my skin,
and sometimes you have me bent over as thick paper can be
folded, on the rug in the center of the room
far from the soft bed, my knuckles
pressed against the grit in the grain of the rug's braiding where they
laid the rags tight and sewed them together,
my ass in the air like a lily with a wound on it
and I feel you going down into me as
if my own tongue is your cock sticking
out of my mouth like a stamen, the making and
breaking of the world at the same moment,
and sometimes it is sweet as the children we had
thought were dead being brought to the shore in the
narrow boats, boatload after boatload.
Always I am stunned to remember it,
as if I have been to Saturn or the bottom of a trench in the sea floor, I
sit on my bed the next day with my mouth open and think of it.

—Sharon Olds

[CaliforniaPeggy]

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[BlueIris]

2. Ms. C-Peg!!! That is awesome! nt

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. Thank you, sweetie...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

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[BlueIris]

5. Kick, now that the shrill, high-pitched keening of GD:P has dimmed down a bit. nt