donna geronimo (fancypants) wrote, @ 2003-03-22 15:43:00

round two of the feb 26 poem

someday, my prince will come
but until then, we will gyrate & sweat
and hold each other too close to move.
i will not touch you there, or there, or there,
and we will use different words for the same
anatomy. then i will cook dinner, wondering
whether it is you, or me, or us--
if, in changing, we have grown so far apart
all we can do is clasp hands.

someday, my prince will come
but until then we will tense and roll away
bodies delineated: yes, no,
ye-no, please, no. this is the language of sex
when the body is something to reinvent:
not there, not there, not there. i will
leave later, wondering when we agreed
that i walk myself home,
shut my own door,
your shoulder too far away
for me to touch.

issues: "delineated" feels like vocabulary masturbation; i am still not entirely keen on the ending. the voice, though, feels good now.

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