Response to Excuse 2
Now, dearly beloved,
when you within my furrow sowed
your loving, fertile, squirming seed,
and it became an entity
the better parts of you and me
I did not then neglect your need:
to bounce your uglies on my flesh
and baby felt your every ounce
as home from pounding on your job
that birdie, soft so oft you pounce
in my name Ha! Do I laugh or do I sob?
Ahh, fool, you thought I didn't know?
what used to be a stiffened mast
hung now too soft, drooped, flaccid, low
for me too slow, for her too fast?
The plumber came without a sound
(He's deaf and dumb you know)
and now he's gone but friend's around
the blind one with the cane in hand
he'd rather lie with me than stand
along the begging path demand
attention with his sign:
"Blind Love can't see the faults in you,
surpasses what those sighted claim;
My other senses better do
to touch, feel, smell, hear all the same."
And I thought about you, my dear,
and took him to our shallow bed
to feel the Love is Blind again,
to know he loved me as I am
and not for just the words you said;
his gently fingers prodding me
his tongue and lips, distinctive reach
not him, but you, his entity
Oh, Lordy, Lord! The Blind can teach. . .
But, have no fear, my darling dear,
I loved the blind and deaf and dumb,
it's all for you, while waiting here
now baby's gone and I am numb
with greater need for lover's face
(as you have said, it's no disgrace)
to keep a love at work and home
while I bereft, you need to roam?
Ahh, sweetness, keep your
two or three or four;
and I with . . .
well, who's keeping score?
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-04-06 at 21:08
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