Poem of the day!

foxon177 · Posts: 1

Can you and I always be touching?
I mean, even times when we're
Buried in the couch and
Reading separate books, totally engrossed.
Can we remain yet in contact
Somehow, like our legs slowly rubbing
Up against one another's
And our toes can be touching?

And when we sit and smile someday
In green vinyl lawn chairs
At the beach, wearing UV-blocking sunglasses,
Deaf to the monotonous ocean crashing,
Our hands, you know, might start digging
Through the sand and tunnel together,
One last give and we'll break through.
We could be touching, then.
Keep your hand there, OK?

No thought makes me happier
Than sandy fingers clasping in the cool damp.

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spikepipsqueak · Posts: 93

I hpoe there are other poems on other days.

Thanks for this.

spikepipsqueak · Posts: 93

I love my life, my independence fierce.
Autonomy essential as the air.
A shock too droll when love came close to pierce
A heart not so much armoured as, I swear,
Too open. Green, and deaf to threat or offer.
Blind - and unaware of rhythms others see.
Unprepared to feel that need of other
Quite unprepared to coax his need of me.

I never said “I feel lost with no partner.”
As many women have in truth or jest.
I never wanted someone to look after
Or longed for someone, lying down to rest.
But though I never wanted just to own one
I must say I feel lost without that man.