March 3, 2012
An interesting day today. Rush Limbaugh ruffled a bunch of folk on Facebook... even got to me a bit. I started writing on my "words. words, words..." blog. It's nice to write down personal thoughts.It's funny how love can mess with your head... even when that love dissolved more than 20 years ago. So, this next poem is about that GREAT LOVE that no longer exist... except in my memory... and dreams.
Blistered Thought
There are red blisters rising up from inside my head.
They itch, they throb a doorknob dull sort of pain
that begs me to scratch at them... and of course I do.
I remember you shaved your legs once
leaving tiny cuts along your shin and
thin splinters of blonde hair in the bathtub.
Your limbs looked less like legs, more like forbidden
fruits,
oddly shaped pears my tongue couldn’t help but lick
into submission.
The back of my neck grasped by your tiny hands,
you slipped your tongue between my teeth,
mine fought back with wet stabs to the inside
of your overly dry mouth. We both smiled—rrw 3-3-12
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