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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,
Calls her 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 gain once again a 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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