Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Physics [a love poem]

Taut hands extend slowly
finding you smooth, slightly oiled, and receptive

We conform softly,
sharing shapes
spread together

I am a sensuous force
the response is beautifully, thinly, outward

My direction fades
and the dance ends quickly

You are overpowering me.

We disintegrate in the heat
no longer a contrast

In no time, I succumb to frustration
my patience mixed in granules coating my fingers
now dry and crumbly, raw and yet burnt

I howl in my furious belligerence: Again!
My wife chides me for this:
I try pasta or pastry or pie
and am perpetually bested

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