13 Apr 2009 Leave a comment
in 2009, love relationships, love relationships; circling round eros Tags: 2009, eros too, love relationships
She loves his shyness,
Hesitation, stuttering and innocence.
He loves her sureness,
Verbal quickness,
Sexual adventurousness.
What will it be like
When they’ve been married for a time?
Will stuttered charm still hold her?
Will she be indifferent, scold him?
Will he want his nights out with the boys,
Her voice a noise
and nothing else?
Will there be a turnaround?
Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
07 Mar 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, love relationships, to the child mystic Tags: 2008, love relationships, to the child mystic
If I Were Dying
If I were dying,
Looked at you
And felt I loved you
In the last,
I would not feel or suffer
Dying’s angst.
The brain can never simultaneously
Feel two things at once.
Love would rule out panic.
© If I Were Dying 11.13.2008
Love Relationships; To The Child Mystic;
Arlene Corwin
17 Feb 2009 Leave a comment
in 2009, circling round reality, I Is Always You is We, love relationships Tags: 2009, circling round reality, I Is Always You is We, love relationships
It’s Always Readiness
You can tell who’s ready
(For a truth), who’s not.
You never push.
It [readiness] demands its rights –
however subtly.
Doors that open suddenly,
Pages read –
Our children targeted:
They are our goals,
Perhaps our mission.
Waiting for them,
You can tell who’s ready and who’s not.
Not pushing,
If you look you know.
© It’s Always Readiness 2.9.2009
Circling Round Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
16 Feb 2009 Leave a comment
in 2009, love relationships Tags: 2009, friendship, love relationships
Friendship
We’ll keep on telling one another
“You look well today and/or
“How sweet, how kind you are!”
Even when the hair is thinning,
Lips already thinned,
Lines pinned your beauty
To the floor
Until the count of three –
Still,
We will say sincerely
“You look handsome!”
“You look lovely!”
Friendship.
© Friendship 2.1.2009
Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
31 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, birth death & in between, cat book, love relationships Tags: 2008, birth death & in between, cat book, love relationships
Not purposely, but purposeful?
Time tells.
Yesterday was his last day.
He seemed to represent Cat-dom,
Characteristics out of Africa
And Egypt.
He was Cat,
Inspiring to look at –
Certainly to watch.
In our garden now,
A big translucent quartz his headstone –
Daffodils to come.
I prepared for days –
Seventeen, to be exact.
But on the eighteenth,
Finding him,
Still warm
But absolutely gone
A stream
That sometimes gushes, sometimes runs
Betrays such preparation. I
Don’t think I’ll ever write
About
Felines again,
Need gone.
Arlene Corwin
31 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, love relationships, special people special occasions Tags: 2008, friendhips, love relationships, special people special occasions
Drinking Wine At Eva’s
You honored me
By sharing wine
I knew was rare.
I honored you
By drinking it –
I, who refuse the most.
We made a toast.
It was exquisite, as you said;
The taste, the look, the tint, the scent,
Went to the senses (and my head).
I relished it, aware
That you were sharing
Wine intended for a few
(Possibly just you)
And I, I was included.
© Drinking Wine Eva’s 5.31.2008
Love Relationships; Special People, Special Occasions;(eva)
Arlene Corwin
30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, circling round eros, love relationships, love relationships; circling round eros, special people special occasions Tags: 2008, circling round eros, love relationships, special people special occasions
Christmas Morning Hand-Knit Socks
We made love this morning
Listening to the radio.
Two things going on,
Both giving pleasure, neither one
Distracting from the other.
Passion, sensitivity;
Sometimes coming, sometimes not.
This Christmas morning in your pair
Of rainbow-colored, hand-knit socks:
Radio and hand-knit socks
And sex
That rocks.
© Christmas Morning Hand-Knit Socks 12.26.2008
Circling Round Eros; Love Relationships; Special People, Special Occasions*
Arlene Corwin
*Anna, who made them
29 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2008, love relationships, pure nakedness Tags: 2008, love relationships, pure nakedness
August Fifteen
Incomprehensible,
The mystery
Of why
I
Think
Each August fifteenth
Of my parent’s anniversary.
It must show
The child’s love
That layers memory
In parts
That stand for long lost time.
It makes me sad
Where sadness has no feeling.
Background depths
Unreachable
And, as I said,
Incomprehensible.
Why try?
© August Fifteen 8.15.2008
Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
19 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, circling round eros, love relationships, love relationships; circling round eros Tags: 1998, circling round eros, love relationships
He grabs my breast.
Just out of love
I touch his balls or dick or chest.
Just out of love there is no sex,
No heat, no passion, ecstasy,
Just passing touches,
Grabbings mild,
Biggles giggles
Childish-smiled;
Unplanned;
A frilly Wonderland.
His hand, my hand allowed a freedom
Without fear or looking forward:
No anxiety untoward: no
-I’ve a headache, dear.
-I’ve got to come.
-Too fast.
-Go slow.
-Right there.
-No here.
None of the forcing, so exhausting,
Stress producing
Taking,
Faking,
Digging into time above,
Not necessarily from love above.
When out of love I squeeze his thigh,
There’s nothing that I want.
It’s milk; it’s silk.
It makes me high – this passing by.
It is a statement made from joy.
This is a loving built on liking,
Built on leisure,
Equal to the nicest pleasure;
This is the fine, sunshine of body.
Love Relationships; Circling Round Eros;
Arlene Corwin
19 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 1998, circling round eros, love relationships, love relationships; circling round eros Tags: 1998, circling round eros, love relationships
Just Out Of LoveJust out of love
He grabs my breast.
Just out of love
I touch his balls or dick or chest.
Just out of love there is no sex,
No heat, no passion, ecstasy,
Just passing touches,
Grabbings mild,
Biggles giggles
Childish-smiled;
Unplanned;
A frilly Wonderland.
His hand, my hand allowed a freedom
Without fear or looking forward:
No anxiety untoward: no
-I’ve a headache, dear.
-I’ve got to come.
-Too fast.
-Go slow.
-Right there.
-No here.
None of the forcing, so exhausting,
Stress producing
Taking,
Faking,
Digging into time above,
Not necessarily from love above.
When out of love I squeeze his thigh,
There’s nothing that I want.
It’s milk; it’s silk.
It makes me high – this passing by.
It is a statement made from joy.
This is a loving built on liking,
Built on leisure,
Equal to the nicest pleasure;
This is the fine, sunshine of body.
Just Out Of Love 98.11.28
Love Relationships; Circling Round Eros;
Arlene Corwin
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