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INTIMIDAD
(English below)
besos - dulces e íntimos,
caricias tiernas...
dedos sauvemente
explorando
encontrando labios abiertos
y calor húmeda ...
jadeos de
deseo
terminando en
temblores
esquisitos
de cumplimiento.
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INTIMACY
kisses - sweet and
intimate,
tender caresses...
fingers softly exploring
finding open
lips
and humid heat ...
gasps of desire
culminating
in
exquisite
quivering
climax.
©drc 09/05/2005
FIRE!
For now,
you're inaccessible
but fantasy denies it.
Within those hidden fantasies
anything goes,
we'll try it.
I hope
perhaps the circumstance
will change, but that's not likely.
And so within confines I lust:
It eases things,
just slightly.
Some day
the inner fire may spread
to where I can't contain it.
For now I'll just enjoy the heat
not having to
explain it.
©drc 2005
(The following is is no way saying that there shouldn't be more help - and
continued help until things are set to rights again ... it was just my
attempt at stepping inside the shoes of those who chose to stay
behind.)
AFTERMATH
The eerie quiet
once the chaos abated...
The death
the destruction
the enormous feeling
of being alone
in one of
the few areas
to escape
complete decimation
Picking through rubble
Cleaning things up
where you can
Fixing
what is fixable
Doing what you need
to survive.
Even if it goes
against the grain.
You do
what you have to do
to
take care of
yourself,
your family,
your neighbors...
There's a certain
desperate dignity
that makes you
stand tall.
Why would you leave?
It is your home
It miraculously
escaped
most of the damage.
You can make do...
You still have
a home
even if
the whole city around you
can no longer support you.
Some day it will again,
and you will be there.
You will be patient.
You will wait.
And in the meantime
you don't feel the need
to escape
and
you consider yourself
lucky, even.
It's a
quiet
resignation
You know?
I
would do the same.
©drc 2005
KATRINA
I've heard the news
I've seen the damage
but only through the scope
My mind cannot wrap around it.
I cannot imagine
that have been made
over the last few days...
I want to help!
But I am so far away
don't feel like enough.
©drc 2005
From mid morning through evening,
I spent the day in the kitchen,
cooking up an Ecuadorian four-course dinner...
I am, presently, beyond hope ready to dissolve.
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MORE EXERCISE THAN NOT
Who'd have thought a day of cooking
all the food I chose to make
would end with my whole body
screaming "ACHE! ACHE! ACHE!" ?
©drc 2005
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PEDESTAL
I put you on a pedestal:
Expensive statuette.
I expected more of you.
Much more than I would get.
As is the case, more oft than not,
What's set up high will fall.
And you fell off your pedestal.
How dared you have the gall!
©drc 2005
consider yourself forwarned
WANTON EUPHORIA
cold of condensation
becomes clear on the windows
tightening bare nipples
pressing up against them in the dark of night.
have you never stripped
in the dark
before an open window?
warmth of the sunshine
chases the breeze through tree leaves
touching intimate places
not before exposed to broad daylight
have you never streaked
in the sun
through the untamed forest?
shivers of excitement
course through the body's veins
heightening the senses
until everything becomes more defined and bright
have you never stepped
in your life
outside conservative bounds?
wanton euphoria.
©drc 2005
Hmm... perhaps I should have explained my last entry...
"Strange Expectancy" was written because of LordPineapple (Terry Cuthbert) who used to
comment on my poetry and never sugar-coated his commentary. If he liked it, he
said so, if he didn't, he said that, too -- and he said why. Sometimes he would
say things like he loved the whole poem but one word "ruined it" ... 
... and
he was usually right. There were times I put up something I wasn't totally
happy with but didn't know why, and his comment would show me what it was that
was wrong with it. Often it was about a word or line I wasn't comfortable with
anyway, and his comment would be the impetus to make me change the word or the
line and it would improve the poem.
The
fact that he subscribed to me at all I considered a compliment (and he was my first subscriber!) I truly
appreciated his candor. I would sometimes leave my poems up without adding a
new one, just waiting for him to drop by and read the most recent one and
comment on it.
He was diagnosed with cancer in June, and he died on the
31st of July. Now, when I put up a poem, I still find myself still hanging out mentally waiting for his comment,
too, and I have to remind myself it isn't coming.
He sharpened my
writing skills. I will miss that.
This does not mean I don't appreciate any other comments, compliments
and criticisms that are left on my poems - I really do appreciate all of them! I just ... miss his.
~ ~ ~
Some of you have mentioned or asked if I've been published...
I have been published a few times. In 1980 a poem I wrote was
published in Campus Life Magazine ... my first published poem. In the
early 80s several of my poems were published in a college poetry book.
In the early 90s several articles and a couple of my poems were
published in a small mom-and-pop religious publication that is now
defunct. Other than that, I have only self-published my
poetry. I did print up two volumes of it, but only made a few
copies for family. I have written so many more poems since those
two books I could probably fill up a few more (and thicker) volumes...
but I haven't done so. I'm glad people seem to like to read it,
but when I talk to publishers, I am told that there is no market for
poetry out there...
Maybe someone has a connection they could toss my way and I could look
into it further... and then again, sometimes I don't think that I have
enough "good stuff" to warrant a "real" book of it (but wouldn't that
be cool?!)
a drink, (just a sip)
a slip of the lip
a slide of the hip
your fingers, they dip
my heart's going "flip"
the heat starts to drip
you're rocking my ship
You give me a nip
I let out a yip
and give you a tip
Please do not just rip:
the pants - they unzip.
Did someone say strip?
Things move at a clip
no step do we skip
a frenzy we whip
it ends with a quip
that I have to blip
and now for some kip.
©drc 2005
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