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Thursday, March 6, 2008



Uneasy, when it came to sex.
You made me feel
I was doing you wrong.
Your body stiffened,
And you said, breathy and low,
‘Too incredibly intimate.’

Later I watched in movies,
Men drop to the knees.
It seem nothing special,
No more than regular business,
Hollywood does its usual fare.

In a recent Arab film,
Hardly a trend setter,
The man takes his captive,
Wife number three,
And keels to take
Love by mouth.

Since I knelt before you,
It’s months now.
I wish I might kneel,
As the sheik did!
But you, and health, and work,
And sleep are gone,
Fled irrevocably!

I wake in the middle of shouts.

I taste you, still.
The taste, it fills my mouth.
I try to write,
But swoon instead.

Oh, Oh goodness!
Fetch a chair! ...Never mind,
I’m fine. I’m okay.

It’s the terrible heat!

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