Learning to Spell Intimacy
I don’t consider myself a poet, though I’ve written quite a stack of the stuff over the years.
Sometimes it just seems the best way to express the feelings that touch you the deepest. Anyway, felt like sharing:
Learning to Spell Intimacy
When we meet
we tease each other
with words dripping
and sliding,
tumbling to one another.
Plucking at those words
with nerve-raw fingers
we weave stories
which, naked,
we read to each other,
the punctuation an indrawn
breath, a pregnant,
poignant pause.
While tracing for each other
the outlines of our verbal
anatomy,
we find ourselves multi-syllabic
and breathless between
the lines.
Drifting in the velvet glow
of our wordy, willing
seduction,
we are trying on
each other’s stories,
creating layers of meaning
and learning to spell
intimacy.
Posted on March 4, 2012, in Writing Journal and tagged intimacy, poetry, spelling, storytelling. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
Sweet, delicate, and enticing, Ms Genet! Ain’t words grand?
Ain’t they just? Be lost without them.
kate,
i love this
i stole this
i wish i wrote this
but i didn’t
so…
i’m glad you did and
i’m glad i got to read it and
i hope you don’t mind any of this
How could I mind! That’s what you always hope for, isn’t it – that something you wrote should touch someone. Thank YOU, Jaynes.
you are very welcome
; )
WOW. can say little else. just WOW.
Wow is good!
FSLTW
LOL Jae, your erudite observation is the embodiment of truth.
well i got that truth from a very wise individual who made astute observations about aquatic life and, evolution and geographical anomalies.
Very nicely done, Kate. I wish for you to find the happiness of your wildest dreams of the future.
Thanks Laura Jane. I’m sure we all hope that for ourselves and each other.