Thursday, March 30, 2006

8

I laugh at
and
pity those who claim they want love but don't want to do what it takes to qualify, those absent the day they taught fortitude and I'm sorry if that sounded rude
but
I
want
more.
I require a woman who could actually fathom the possibility of mentally, spiritually, emotionally and yes I'll say it physically loving me unequivocally in reciprocity, without insecurity, jealousy or foreshadowing on how good or bad I'm going to be, but by cherishing
the
you and me
and nourishing what we have presently. And while my heart swells it waits patiently for the she that will both quell and stoke my passion,and together we could fashion something pure. Something mature we could let mature into something palatable, forged by two souls who were more than compatible, or magical. And as we acquiesce we undress of the cloth of our idiosycracies, sharing uncontrolled smiles, ocular conversations, and private follies; loving both out loud and melancholy. So don't ask for what you aren't prepared to give, for to receive you must be able to provide, to take the bitter with the sweet of love, its above and underside.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love's underside is like underwear... unmentionable
or like the thirst of a woman living in hell... unquenchable
there's no sensible explanation or observation
in debatin' love's expiration
dammit... i'm tired of waitin'
ok... no i'm not... i was just kiddin'
i know this requires patience
but relations from past tenses
make me wonder which of the men really meant it
so now, i only have two senses
'cause i lost the other three
'cause i can't hear, taste, or see
love as a realistic possibility
but i can smell it
like... mustard greens... salted with pork
the scent alone will tell it
and ring like liberty bells
oh... if only i still had ears to hear...
and i know not to rush in
but just when i think i can finally touch it
it gets further and further away from me
so i'm not sure i know what it feels like...
i thought i had touched it before
but who can be sure
it wasn't just another faux fur
or a cheap pleather sofa
the most that i could hope for
are fabric scraps and carpet samples
which are of course in ample supply
so i gather up a few and patch them together like a quilt
to stay warm... just to get through the night
no woman, no cry?
no man, no sigh...
no hello... no goodbye...
no melody for love's lullaby.

-- march 30, 2006, 5:27pm

5:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love's underside is like underwear... unmentionable
or like the thirst of a woman living in hell... unquenchable
there's no sensible explanation or observation
in debatin' love's expiration
dammit... i'm tired of waitin'
ok... no i'm not... i was just kiddin'
i know this requires patience
but relations from past tenses
make me wonder which of the men really meant it
so now, i only have two senses
'cause i lost the other three
'cause i can't hear, taste, or see
love as a realistic possibility
but i can smell it
like... mustard greens... salted with pork
the scent alone will tell it
and ring like liberty bells
oh... if only i still had ears to hear...
and i know not to rush in
but just when i think i can finally touch it
it gets further and further away from me
so i'm not sure i know what it feels like...
i thought i had touched it before
but who can be sure
it wasn't just another faux fur
or a cheap pleather sofa
the most that i could hope for
are fabric scraps and carpet samples
which are of course in ample supply
so i gather up a few and patch them together like a quilt
to stay warm... just to get through the night
no woman, no cry?
no man, no sigh...
no hello... no goodbye...
no melody for love's lullaby.

-- march 30, 2006, 5:27pm

5:31 PM  
Blogger Angel said...

thank you so much for making my first writing lab so memorable. yall are some amazing mutha-truckin' poets and i am consistently impressed how yall's presence transfers to others!!! :)

7:11 PM  
Blogger Tobey A. Anderson said...

so submlime, so sublime.
very, very nice.
love the tender strength, confidence, fortitude.

1:36 AM  
Blogger Shelle said...

joe, u know i have already said this...she is there, somewhere, waiting patiently for u to see her, for u to turn the corner...you will find her, a woman who loves u for everything you are, everything you will be. the whole of you, the soul of you. she will not have other commitments, only you....

2:11 PM  
Blogger MagicalSis said...

Just spent some time reading through some of your posts.
Very intimate, and from the heart.
mmmmmm, check ya soon.
Peace!!

8:30 PM  
Blogger nikki said...

i love it!

oh yeah...nothing poetic to add.

8:04 PM  

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