And does "our moment" ever come? looking back it does, standing out like a hill in floodplain of memory but always back there. looking forward it always will, those imaginary hills bright and gleaming. but never here
There's something sad, isn't there, using movies to structure our lives, always ending on great epiphanies, caught in some eternal moment. The lights come on, the credits roll ... and someone always farts
I liked this a lot
My only bitch and it's a small one, cause this one is clever, it that it does seem to go on a bit, but this is a minor quibbler. I will recommend this one.
I'll agree. The rest? The poem is sensual pain. The 'aloneness' and desiring of life, variable, but only the aloof don't feel. Mis-matched sex Loving tensions from a female, non dom, view. The Stress, it's not quick relief or Cinema orgasms celebrated. A coming together, two's precious time 'n' space. Modern life standards create the bubble (think 50 y ago, for all the swingin decade- the average family room share and in some shape or form a baby around!) but open so many out Lanes and role expectations, keeping it inflated requires significant thought and effort. Then how many lust after some 'star' or their life? This only goes there for despicable comparison, to The One. A poem filed erotic and you can sense the mind bodily longing, wishing, and recall. Some serious sexuality points. Altho now comment exceeds poem metre. First sense how lost we've become at celebrating how special US time is, even if you include Intercourse! Second, how compartmentalised love making has been railed. As long as the church sets impossible standards distance for quite a number of members and all adults forget what consensual means . . Legally. Then allow media to make profits on condescending moral tones that are never mirrored back on themselves, some frigid minded fleshed robots set moralistic drone tones, and people-phobics who think they can machine minds to dutiful sheep level have power; then sensuality, togetherness, and sex in it's wide dimensions, will be oppressed. Total. Parents who whip minds against natural homo senses and other sex identity, so afraid such would mark them for hell, on earth. Think of the rules around bare breasts, Then how they have managed to stick horns on the head of an errect Penis. This could become a book. CLEVER, is not enough. And that is just addressing the christ and agnost and non faith. Life terms for faith leaders who can't see that some tenets are warped by hundreds of years of oppression and regression? Including a practice founded on motherhood that has no top woman, and keeps quiet about the most vicious Lebensraum policy since 1945. I will not start on those that read a book and find evil in womens' parts, Assign such domestic, and social servile roles. Still. In 21st C. . . (of course back in the 16th and 17th the Cross's rep would have drowned or burnt Alive those that transgressed.) Even tho some of the eastern men here have and offer more friendship than anyone else! Eyes Open.
good smart poem. I like it bunches and glad I went back and caught it. Damn, need to read more of your stuff this is smart.
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