Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.
Sometimes your hands drift on me, milkweed's
airy silk, wingtip's feathery caresses,
our lips grazing, a drift of desires gathering
like fog over warm water, thickening to rain.
Sometimes we go to it heartily, digging,
burrowing, grunting, tossing up covers
like loose earth, nosing into the other's
flesh with hot nozzles and wallowing there.
Sometimes we are kids making out, silly
in the quilt, tickling the xylophone spine,
blowing wet jokes, loud as a whole
slumber party bouncing till the bed breaks.
I go round and round you sometimes, scouting,
blundering, seeking a way in, the high boxwood
maze I penetrate running lungs bursting
toward the fountain of green fire at the heart.
Sometimes you open wide as cathedral doors
and yank me inside. Sometimes you slither
into me like a snake into its burrow.
Sometimes you march in with a brass band.
Ten years of fitting our bodies together
and still they sing wild songs in new keys.
It is more and less than love: timing,
chemistry, magic and will and luck.
One plus one equal one, unknowable except
in the moment, not convertible into words,
not explicable or philosophically interesting.
But it is. And it is. And it is. Amen.
An amazing poem about love, life and the rest, but it IS sheer poetry. I have enjoyed very much this brilliant piece of poetry. The metaphors here described are finest but in a furious way, toyching to my heart. CONGRATS for the Poem of The Day. A well deserved 10. Thank you for sharing, sincerely Sylvia Frances Chan
Such a great write, Marge... congrats for being picked..10+++
Very very passionate poem. The words carry the reader through your romantic realm and he smells, tastes and feels every bit of you.
Congrats for Potd. And i quote, Ten years of fitting our bodies together and still they sing wild songs in new keys. It is more and less than love: timing, chemistry, magic and will and luck.
.Citing your last stanza here: One plus one equal one, unknowable except in the moment, not convertible into words, not explicable or philosophically interesting. But it is. And it is. And it is. Amen.................Adding Mark 10: 8 ....and the two will become one.' So they are no longer two, but one.. Inspired by the Bible text I reckon.
Congratulations on being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day, Mrs. Piercy, a well deserved 10 Full Vote. Thank you so much for sharing this most enjoyable poem about the occurrences going on. An excellent poem about making love in clear details and entertaining though.Though chosen for the second time, my attention is still the same, even bigger. You´re most deserving, Mrs. Piercy. God Bless You and Mr. Wood in Abundance. Amen
A poem about love, life and the little incidents intimately projected in this brilliant piece. The kind of poetry, I so admired. The metaphors here described are finest but ardent, in a way they touched my heart since I can almost hear those sighs inside the place. My CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as the Modern Poem of The Day,
i like this poem, this ode to sexual intimacy that is frank but not crass. those of us in long-term relationships can easily relate, and there are excellent descriptions in it, my favorite being xylophone spine. -gk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The more poems of the poet I read the more speechless I become! What a beautiful poem! Serious, funny, warm, romantic and so incredibly sexy without being lewd in any way, shape or form!