When I Get Busy
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greenstormGreatpoets talks for me.
The Lovers
by Dorianne Laux
She is about to come. This time,
they are sitting up, joined below the belly,
feet cupped like sleek hands praying
at the base of each other's spines.
And when something lifts within her
toward a light she's sure, once again,
she can't bear, she opens her eyes
and seees his face is turned away,
one arm behind him, hand splayed
palm down on the mattress, to brace himself
so he can lever his hips, touch
with the bright tip the innermost spot.
And she finds she can't bear it --
not his beautiful neck, stretched and corded,
not his hair fallen to one side like beach grass,
not the curved wing of his ear, washed thin
with daylight, deep pink of the inner body --
What she can't bear is that she can't see his face,
not that she thinks this exactly -- she is rocking
and breathing -- it's more her body's thought,
opening, as it is, into its own sheer truth.
So that when her hand lifts of its own volition
and slaps him, twice on the chest,
on that pad of muscled flesh just above the nipple,
slaps him twice, fast, like a nursing child
trying to get a mother's attention,
she's startled by the sound,
though when he turns his face to hers --
which is what her body wants, his eyes
pulled open, as if she had bitten --
she does reach out and bite him, on the shoulder,
not hard, but with the power infants have
over those who have borne them, tied as they are
to the body, and so, tied to the pleasure,
the exquisite pain of this world.
And when she lifts her face he sees
where she's gone, knows she can't speak,
is traveling toward something essential,
toward the core of her need, so he simply
watches, steadily, with an animal calm
as she arches and screams, watches the face that,
if she could see it, she would never let him see.
Lots of interesting relationship-thinking stuff like: I've only had two romantic relationships in my life. The one with Juggler's got better once I dropped the romantic stuff and just did the love-sex-friend thing. The one with Chris was spectaculat and wasn't romantic for me, but was good friend-love-sex. I think in romantic relationships I go weird/impractical maybe?
It's bad to live a relationship as if every day is the last. Instead, live it as if every day is the first of your lifetime together.
The Lovers
by Dorianne Laux
She is about to come. This time,
they are sitting up, joined below the belly,
feet cupped like sleek hands praying
at the base of each other's spines.
And when something lifts within her
toward a light she's sure, once again,
she can't bear, she opens her eyes
and seees his face is turned away,
one arm behind him, hand splayed
palm down on the mattress, to brace himself
so he can lever his hips, touch
with the bright tip the innermost spot.
And she finds she can't bear it --
not his beautiful neck, stretched and corded,
not his hair fallen to one side like beach grass,
not the curved wing of his ear, washed thin
with daylight, deep pink of the inner body --
What she can't bear is that she can't see his face,
not that she thinks this exactly -- she is rocking
and breathing -- it's more her body's thought,
opening, as it is, into its own sheer truth.
So that when her hand lifts of its own volition
and slaps him, twice on the chest,
on that pad of muscled flesh just above the nipple,
slaps him twice, fast, like a nursing child
trying to get a mother's attention,
she's startled by the sound,
though when he turns his face to hers --
which is what her body wants, his eyes
pulled open, as if she had bitten --
she does reach out and bite him, on the shoulder,
not hard, but with the power infants have
over those who have borne them, tied as they are
to the body, and so, tied to the pleasure,
the exquisite pain of this world.
And when she lifts her face he sees
where she's gone, knows she can't speak,
is traveling toward something essential,
toward the core of her need, so he simply
watches, steadily, with an animal calm
as she arches and screams, watches the face that,
if she could see it, she would never let him see.
Lots of interesting relationship-thinking stuff like: I've only had two romantic relationships in my life. The one with Juggler's got better once I dropped the romantic stuff and just did the love-sex-friend thing. The one with Chris was spectaculat and wasn't romantic for me, but was good friend-love-sex. I think in romantic relationships I go weird/impractical maybe?
It's bad to live a relationship as if every day is the last. Instead, live it as if every day is the first of your lifetime together.
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Date: 2005-05-05 03:46 pm (UTC)This reminded me of my relationship with Kel. When we were first dating it was pretty tough, me having just broken up with my fiance who also happened to be his best friend.
For two years we lived as "I don't know about tomorrow, but I love you today."
Then when we got married, our vows started "Today, I give you all my tomorrows."
Romanticsm is by nature impratical, that's why we love it so much. Building romance /and/ friendship is the trick.
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:01 pm (UTC)What defines romance to you?