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SHOUT OUT,
Ecstasy Overpowers, edited
Uneasy, when it came to sex,
You made me feel
I was doing you wrong.
Your body stiffened,
And, I remember, once you said,
“Too incredibly intimate!”
Later I watched in movies,
Men drop to the knees,
It seemed nothing special,
No more than regular business,
Hollywood does its usual fare.
In a recent film with a Bedouin setting,
North Africa, camels on route,
Over windy hills of sand, oasis to oasis,
Hardly a trend setter,
The lead takes his captive,
Wife number three, and there
Within the walls of village home,
He keels, while camera spies,
He takes love by mouth.
Since I knelt before you,
It is months now.
I wish I might kneel,
As the sheik did!
But you, and health, and work,
And sleep, they have 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.
Were I not lost, driven to distraction,
Were I able to clear the mind
And return to proper perspective,
This poem might read better by far.
Oh, Oh goodness!
Fetch a chair! ...Never mind,
I’m fine. I’m okay.
It’s the terrible heat!
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