LOVE
Yes. my love, you can have
top position: I like you in
any position. All positions
you assume, top, bottom, or
otherwise, are beautiful to
me. Your positioning is
something to behold: one of
the modern miracles--
the Grand Canyon is nothing
compared to you--
the Taj Mahal but a shack.
Have I told you the position you
hold in my heart?
First. Now, later, forever.
Lips
I longed to kiss--gone--long
ago. Tongue I dreamt of sucking
sealed from my view in the
vault of her mouth, shown
only to her husband, I guess--
and to who else?
Not me:
I am stewing in the
memory of her
lips and unseen tongue.
Anthology
Rare morning sunshine in cold April
in Vermont; I am busy reading the
International Anthology of Poets from
forty countries--165 poets--including
me.
Glad I am to have my work included, but
omg! The weeping and pain! In love, out
of love; whole continents of
love lost and won, all
of India regurgitating language of
long dead English poets,
oh my aching heart
oh my soul--
oh my ass!
I could regurgitate reading this
blather--
500 pages of it so far, and
200 more to go!
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