The Tasadays
(remants of a Stone Age culture)
recently discovered in the Philippines
have no words
for war, hate or weapons
but favour
the communicative power
of skin
indulging in constant
warm enfolding embraces
loving touches.
So, this Tuesday
let's be Tasadays
hark back
to Stone Age practice
and indulge in
the process of osmosis
soaking each other up
skin to skin.
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Oh how I yearn for...hunger for this woman's skin...a touch mutating into a caresse...transforming into a kiss...a kiss becoming...!
We spend hours just holding each other...the skin of the other offering love comfort and security and sensuality. Ever since we met in Stratford and inadvertently our thighs touched when seated together...that one touch conveyed all that could be said for now and forever. In that one touch we had everything we needed to know about each other and the rest of our bodies just had to catch up!
Intersting artifact and the idea. It reminds me of the 'Utopia' by Sir Thomas More. I think the hate is quite natural opposite feeling of love :) However I like your experimental Tasaday, it is very hippie, I join :)
Grinning from ear to ear... :) t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Away with cynicism and those of little faith in the power of touch to revive the world! We shall go on celebrating Tasaday Tuesday (and Tasaday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday) whenever we have the opportunity! The Tasadays may not live in the Philippines but here in Guildford there's a little tribe of two!