Someday I'll Love MWS by noodle-doodler, literature
Literature
Someday I'll Love MWS
You will know when. The taste of your name is
unmuddied by shame, slips
from your tongue without hitch.
And you relish it.
You will know when. Letters, looping over-large cursive
on the weak washed blue of composition book lines
are dragged into the light, soft faces smoothed, read.
And they make you smile.
There will be no moment of dissonance
between body and its study. Maxine,
is that you? (When it is, you will know;
you will know when it is.)
You will know when. Questions are
in future-tense because you trust
the Type A fifth-grader with her composition book,
the in-between girl with the scarred forehead, their
sister who
Where the sky kisses the sea:
that is the coast.
And the waves here turn with special passion,
restless, wind-tossed:
sheets of their cosmic lovers thrown askew,
cosmic crowns askew in throes
of chaotic love.
The sand erodes with special vigor,
urgently shed layers between two bodies
hell-bent on closeness.
Always, always closeness
reaching, seeking, crashing.
Creatures of the coast are
captives of capricious masters,
but feather and flower fear not
waves nor storm.
For they are forged where
the sky kisses the sea,
and all that lovely tooth and nail.
Where the sky kisses the sea:
that is the coast.
And the waves here turn with special passion,
restless, wind-tossed:
sheets of their cosmic lovers thrown askew,
cosmic crowns askew in throes
of chaotic love.
The sand erodes with special vigor,
urgently shed layers between two bodies
hell-bent on closeness.
Always, always closeness
reaching, seeking, crashing.
Creatures of the coast are
captives of capricious masters,
but feather and flower fear not
waves nor storm.
For they are forged where
the sky kisses the sea,
and all that lovely tooth and nail.
Singing Her Body Electric by noodle-doodler, literature
Literature
Singing Her Body Electric
You sing of the body, the body, the body,
the vigor of the man
And yet women are relegated to the role of child-bearer,
Love-receiver,
Womb-holder,
Mother of man, lover of man, but not equal of man.
I am young.
I am much younger than you,
and know little of the bodies, the bodies, the bodies,
and the love that comes from the space (lack of space)
between bodies
but I can tell you about a woman:
She is not soft where man is hard
rather
she is soft where she is soft
sloping belly, rounded more on one side
perfect asymmetry distended
breasts swinging, strange and wonderful
in their simple complexity yielding, firm
not only milk of
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Favourite Movies
Mad Max: Fury Road, Whisper of the Heart.
Favourite TV Shows
LOST, Breaking Bad.
Favourite Books
The Graceling books, Fangirl, Wildwood Dancing, Howl's Moving Castle.
Favourite Writers
J.K. Rowling, Elise Primavera, Roald Dahl, Kristen Cashore, Erin Hunter, Ray Bradbury, Rainbow Rowell.
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