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Joe Houck
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0 posted 2007-10-29 04:01 AM



Her Last Secret

An ocean sunset represents November
on her calendar above the white wicker dresser,
the 21st is marked for the operation,
She tells me to wait, like Christmas,
a present for the well behaved.
I turn the lights off to cloak her nerves,
street lights through the blinds feed our eyes
enough to see our bodies shape, our gray zebra skin.
My body vulnerable, my dry skin, skinny legs.
Her body exposed, say for her brazier, clasped firm.  
Standing its ground, pleading its case to my fishing hands
as she rolls on her back, concealing her last secret.  
What a mind set to have, that plastic trumps the original,
that proportional is treated with scorn,
a desire to be a lopsided woman, I think,
is it my fault? Man’s fault? I know,
I never asked her to change.
And as we push ourselves together,
As we breathe onto each others mouths,
I dip down for one last chance, cheek pressing hers,
and beg her left earlobe, for selfish and selfless motives,
to come with me;
where lust dwarfs vanity, where passion clouds coyness
and perfection is this night, and her matchless natural curves.
      Feeling the wattage in my stare, my sincerity chips away,
      though feeble to break her own scrutiny.
She will not let me see, until they are not her own.
And when they are, I tell her, I will not care to be shown.

"A witty saying prooves nothing" (Voltare)

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Margherita
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since 2003-02-08
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1 posted 2007-10-29 04:45 AM


quote:
where lust dwarfs vanity, where passion clouds coyness
and perfection is this night, and her matchless natural curves.
      Feeling the wattage in my stare, my sincerity chips away,
      though feeble to break her own scrutiny.
She will not let me see, until they are not her own.
And when they are, I tell her, I will not care to be shown.




I am with you in this ..."matchless natural curves" can't be equalled ...
but it is a sign of our time where the plastic surgery is growing its income vertiginously.

Bravo!

Love,
Margherita

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27
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Realms of Light
2 posted 2007-10-29 06:17 AM


Joe, I was about to send my 'angel' posse out looking for you!

This write was worth the wait! ~ Sensitive, sensuous, loving, compassionate ~ and with an important message for all women ~ and men!

~ did I already say "sensuous"?!?

This darn "millimetre perfect" conception of our society, is ruining people's self-esteem! ~ and lives!

Great write, Joe!

Giving you a warm, welcome-back hug,

Linda

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16
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3 posted 2007-10-29 02:20 PM


You are quite a writer...James
Magnus
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4 posted 2007-10-29 03:52 PM


Well done,  society,  the hungers derived
from lust, the repeated images, stares,
desires........on and on, on and on....
ad infinitum... Might it be better if we
were cloned and perfected before being
allowed into society??

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