'...The use of condoms offers substantial protection, but does not
guarantee total protection and that while
there is no evidence that deep kissing has resulted in
transfer of the virus, no one can say that such transmission
would be absolutely impossible.'
--The Surgeon General, 1987
I know you won't mind if I ask you to put this on.
It's for your protection as well as mine--Wait.
Wait. Here, before we rush into anything
I've bought a condom for each one of your fingers. And here--
just a minute--Open up.
I'll help you put this one on, over your tongue.
I was thinking:
If we leave these two rolled, you can wear them
as patches over your eyes. Partners have been known to cry,
shed tears, bodily fluids, at all this trust, at even the thought
of this closeness.
I wonder what year this poem is from. It is such a send-up of romantic comedy. Condoms not as birth control, and not even as a health prophylactic, but primarily as a commercial product. Consumerism trumps love. A little bit of Lucille Ball here, me thinks, and that's even before the pun of her proper name. Rampant female slapstick. Ouch. Anything for a laugh. A poke in the eye for the sake of true love and sexual bliss. Can't even imagine her in a pearl necklace.
A tasty cake using insightful ingredients and decorated with sarcastic sugar and humerous coloring to the taste of the consumer. Wonderful job. Thanks for sharing.
Love her sense of humor- - it's that sarcastic biting type! ! ! !
Caustically ironic perspective of human intimacy in the era of hyper-awareness of the medical consequences of such intimacy. I wish to share the deepest aspects of physical communication with you, and yet somehow distinguish you from whatever pathogens may be a part of your existence. Interesting contemplation, humorously executed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem with strangeness of thought and mood Denis.Congratulations on being member of the day ColMuhammad Khalid Khan