- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Even when my hair went grey
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Click hereEven when my hair went grey
I avoided the obits.
And then today I saw your
picture as I was paging
along towards Dear Abby.
You were older, but older
and the same. I felt a sharp
flare of love and sex and fear
and I remembered those last
slow days where our love fluttered
helplessly about like a
pet bird with clipped wings who was
puzzled why he couldn't just
fly out the window and up
into the big branched maple
in the yard. But, oh, also
I remember how there was
then still that animal pull—
how I would cling, cling to you
and not just from habit or
pride. Even now at times, when
wrapped close in my husband's arms,
it is your strong hands I feel
on my belly, your firm thighs
that press long against my thighs.
It is your breath on my neck.
And I think, God, I must be
a palimpsest or something
and I wonder where you've gone
and whether you thought of me
at all as you were dying.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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Sabina_Tolchovskyover 18 years agoyes, the begining did not grab me but you got a little more real half way through and the ending was cutting. I gave you a five for it none the less, well earned.
~S
annaswirlsover 18 years agooop that last comment was me.
and no I am not tying her up in the basement.
as long as she stays that is.
annas
Anonymousover 18 years agointense, I love the flow of your writing, how it involved Action, not just description, it pulled me right through to the end, to the thud, left reverberating long after I stopped reading.
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