it is what Hawk thought as he spotted you
‘her nipples proud, with pointed knees’
and will you teach me things already known
to me, to you, but things we need to share?
I see myself, my head on you, held by your hands,
and looking at the stars to thank them
for blinking at the time that it was needed.
But, you the teacher, will of course be in command,
although it is not unheard of that a student might
assume that class is only formal very briefly.
Perhaps all teaching must be loving.
when standing, tipsyon the muddy banksof our river,by name of Schwalm,when she, with suddenand so unexpected,but very welcome,and hoped for,dreamed about,though feared,initiative, and courage,and all but shunningall that which was,well, after all,a woman’s placein modern times.Still needed tobe more conservativethan any man.By country mile,and more, of course.So, now she had,while we were kissingwith eyes tight…
to pull the sheetsup to my chinand count thosecuddly little lambs.Back in the dayswhen I was young,a bachelor soughtnow and thenby some, for funor weekend company.I slept aloneexcept for rare occasions,and I then was knownboth to my shrinkand to my aging Mum,for counting until dawn,the numbers grewsoon reached infinity.All this changed drastically,she placed her French…
But, in addition there are thosewho use fine poetry and proseto make a factoid appear strongand show that textbooks can be wrong.Let’s take the homebaked applepie,each slice would be a trifle shyof other slices, at least some,plus, there’s the matter of the crumb,a dozen of them make up weightand add their joules to the debate.So,…
Conduction through my funny bonesets off those histrionics.A piece of cake to overstayone’s welcome, gained anew,what if she smiles as if to sayI need you like the flu?A million gallons smoothed those stonesa journey’s murky green,exotic fish, their muffled tones,blue algae in between.My hope is that the noisy geesethat swim above and chatter,stay clear of…
you and yours at last had won,and in those heady days ’twas youwho stated, adamantly, that……the Westbank would be populated,those words must have been trueback then, so who was it that spatinto a settlement and uttered thoseill-fated and destructive high commands,some think it may have been a ratas rats exist all over, in all landsbut…
But what we know about this freak who’s ventured backshe should be strung upon the people’s torture rack.She neither has nor will acquire decent thoughtand in her skull one finds the essence that is caughtby fleeting glimpses of carcinogens to provethat only scum will dribble into its own groove.Shall we then chase her from these…
