> On Fri, 27 Jun 2008 11:31:10 -0700 (PDT), "jeannek...@aol.com"
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> aol.com> wrote:

>>On Jun 26, 2:53 pm, ~Terran hotmail.com> wrote:

>>> On Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:12:12 -0700 (PDT), "jeannek...@aol.com"

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>>> aol.com> wrote:

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>>>> Wish I remembered the one you
>>>>mentioned. Feel free to post it

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>>> lol!

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>>> Would rather not.  It didn't age too well.

>

>>> T.

>

>>Terran,

>

>>Mumble, mumble, then send a copy via email,
>>if you can. We all need reminders of former glory.
>>After the months of mud in these groups, methinks
>>it may have aged better than some contributors..;>

>

>>Regards,
>>Jeanne who wondered what you were up to of late.

>
> Sorry it took so long for me to get back to you.  Been clicking away
> at prose - got bills to pay.
>
> Have partially retained a quote in that aging bibliotheque I call a
> mind - Mary Stewart, I think:
>
> "To return to poetry after a year in the marketplace..."
>
> That's how I've been feeling of late.
>
> As for the poem I dedicated to you, glad to throw it up again (easy
> rapttackers, I know what I just wrote--it was intentional)  I was on
> quite a vertical/odd line-break jag at the time...
>
> Undressing Change
>
> (for Jeanne)
>
> Slowly I trace
> my fingers
> down the gentle
> curve of her calf
> excited each time
> as a teen
> fumbling
> with the back
> of a front clasp bra
> a prom queen
> rising to the
> writhing passion
> of her boy-lovers'
> fill-fulment
> I remove one shoe
> then the next
> before she curls
> her legs
> back laughing
> Rough nylons
> hone her brandied
> thighs shivering
> 'neath my touch
> sand each calf
> smooth as a lathe
> heat-licked
> like a lamb-spit
> she grabs my
> hand and bites
> the fleshy part
> beneath my thumb
> I take the pain
> Arching her hips
> her dress slips
> off so tiny
> to begin with
> so spare
> it crumbles
> in my hands
> like the dark-
> purple skin
> of a ripe avocado
> uncovering
> that rich
> green-fruit
> to devour -
> my dripping
> desire
> the salt
> My body's
> in-being
> aches for her
> fertile silence
> now naked
> now revealed
> staring back
> unashamed
> each time
> a different
> shape
> each time
> a different
> name
> full breasted
> or small, waist
> wan or fertile
> full hipped
> full lipped
> or slendered
> with brown eyes
> that mellow or
> green/blue that chill
> or black orbs
> beckoning darkly
> sucking my soul
> in like an ecstasy
> a momentary
> torment of
> sweat and regret
> Change is a woman
> not a girl
> experienced, savvy
> who knows how to
> be a woman
> who culls her lovers
> with a scythe
> with a smile
> merciless and
> alluring
>
> (1999)
>
> ~T.
>
> ’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale  
>    Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
> Out of a stem that scored the hand  
>    I wrung it in a weary land.
>                 ~Housman