The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 10/22/06)

[RetroLounge]

He gives me

More than I can return.

He gives me provisions
for the most demanding trip.

He reinvents the wheel
with my hipbones, paints
highway stripes along my road
with his tongue.

He gives me bookshelves,
frying pans, a level place
for jumping off.

My guilt grows exponentially.
All I have are two pears, a sharp
cheese that runs, and a little gin.
It has to be enough.

He's a place to keep my money,
a station playing only what I want.
I tell my secrets to the sheets
and then I wash them.

After making love with him,
I create the most beautiful jewels,
pull semi-precious gems from my ears
and beaded necklaces from my throat
and eyes. I see

that I give him nothing
he could not give himself. He takes
his time and nothing else.

Kristy Nielsen

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RL

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[RetroLounge]

1. Hello?

anyone out here anymore?

RL

[wildhorses]

2. Hello--I was just taking my time (heehee)

nice poem today--HE sounds like a nice guy--I think he's a keeper;)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear Retro!

Sorry, sweetie.......I didn't see this one earlier......

It's nice..........a bit of a change from some of your other selections.

Very open to interpretation, I think......

Thank you.........:hug: