Hey, it's not too late to put a poem on your blog! This one's dedicated to Brad Michael Hunter. I wish I had the chance to get to know him better ...
In the darkness, fuck me now
by Adrian StanfordIn the darkness, fuck me now.
speak not, for the rustling of white linen
will make music,
and the occasional zooming of cars
below, will add to the rhapsody
and as silence, deep and pregnant, settles
in our ears (taking us beyond lust's ocean roar),
we will drift on our minds' eternal sea.
falling stars will be our witness. the wetness
of my loins proclaims the rite.
i am pinioned in your arms. silent, and hard breathing.
each breathing creating galaxies; where unnamed
children call me god—
and shout in their private gloom, as I do:
fuck me now.
Very nice….into the future, it is!
Ah! One of my all-time favorite poems. Changed my life when i first read those words. (IN THE LIFE, wasn’t it?) Sorry i missed out on participating in Poetry Month.
That’s just wrong! I had toxemia with my first pregnancy and retained so much water that I swelled up like a balloon. My brother-in-law took one look at my stocking feet and asked me why I was wearing my socks on top of my boots! When I removed my socks to show him the swelling, he grimaced and said, “I don’t think I want my wife to get pregnant
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