To make love: it sounds
as if something
should be there,
like a clay pot
baked, cooling, but there
is nothing. I catch
my breath like a man
boarding a train, and think,
that's what it's like:
a stunned tempering
of the knees, a warm,
unbalanced arrival.*
* Or, departure? As usual with me, this poem has something backwards about it. Edited in 11.15.13. Also, dropped the dangling 'of' in line 10 to the beginning of line 11. This was suggested by a critter at PFFA a long time ago which I think I adopted in the thread at the time but for some reason failed to carry over to this version. That error is now fixed. If and when I recall said critter's username, I'll edit that information in.
as if something
should be there,
like a clay pot
baked, cooling, but there
is nothing. I catch
my breath like a man
boarding a train, and think,
that's what it's like:
a stunned tempering
of the knees, a warm,
unbalanced arrival.*
* Or, departure? As usual with me, this poem has something backwards about it. Edited in 11.15.13. Also, dropped the dangling 'of' in line 10 to the beginning of line 11. This was suggested by a critter at PFFA a long time ago which I think I adopted in the thread at the time but for some reason failed to carry over to this version. That error is now fixed. If and when I recall said critter's username, I'll edit that information in.
