The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 6/18/2007)

Aquarium

Whose body is whose, I wondered
     once, last night, late, when we were tangled
as kelp, how it grows without knowing it
     does, every which way, warm, sinewy, plaited
by the currents,

I wondered the hows we could grow into
     each other if we did: with no sun to climb to
but the cadence of our bodies, we have raked
     the penniless fountain of propriety, we follow
the moon into the dark, push hair from our faces,
     give shiatsu, crush under, wash each other with the liquids
of God, let go the small noises that parade

as if we are pained, as if too many times
     we did not let our voices slide down, slide up,
as if we could, this time, swim ourselves together, one
     body of muscles and kindly spate, the other of fins
and phenomenon, both no longer inhabited
     by platelets, but a shaken priest, eyelids half shut, fingers
unable to wrap around the curbs of anything, the streaks

and spills of woe, imagination, our tepid days,
     tumbled to the blue rhombus:

we are as open as the mouths of fish
     rising for an oval of air.

Susanna Childress


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RL

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RL

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( out loud and over the phone :D )

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RL

Hmmm....sexy, sweetie...

And yet not blatant!

But subtle, hidden, metaphorical almost...

I especially like the ending:

...we are as open as the mouths of fish
rising for an oval of air.


Very beautiful poem, my dear Retro...

Thank you...
:hug:

:hi:

RL