Woke up with a poem in my mouth
we have fallen into a story
the forward and backward of mind
an illusion of time
you sit large in the chair rubbing your nose as
a child might, self placating
occasionally flicking your other hand
in the direction of your crotch
auto-erotic
I imagine that it might be enough
the sound of my voice and
I won't have to undress.
MHN (12-4-10)
LOVE IT!! Glad to see you back and in one piece. Thankful, I am sure, for your wonderful homestead. What Snow!! I hope this is not a foreshadow of what is to come. However, as we have seen today, Winter Sleep brings good poetry if nothing else!
ReplyDeletetoo sweet! how much snow do you have? it is blowing today and cold. cheers and love.
ReplyDeleteIs this poem about Monaca Lewinsky?
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