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adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Tuesday, May 21st, 2013 02:13 am
The river, the one they call
The Drowningtide,
Appeared out of nowhere one spring,
Rushing across the furrows of tilled land.
In its wake, it left mud and death.

For a time, the dirty water flowed,
Cutting its channels through croplands
In a manageable current.
It irrigated the growth
Of useful things,
Of things that could be sold,
But it was always there,
Always covering land that before could be planted.

Sometimes, in the heat of summer,
It would dry up,
Teasing with the possibility of reclaiming those acres.
That was never wise.
The Flood was always in the offing,
Waiting to tear down the new growth.

In the evening,
I often sit on its bank,
And wonder if the day will come
When I throw myself into the river.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Tuesday, May 14th, 2013 11:45 pm
I love the shape of your body -
The way it bounces and jiggles when you laugh,
Its folds and hidden valleys in the darkness,
The cascades of you upon my belly
As you straddle me in the morning.

There is exactly enough of you,
As much as is needed,
And not an ounce or an inch that I do not want.

You are a gift
In a package of just the right size
To hold you,
And I adore the way you are wrapped,
The decorations you choose to adorn yourself.

I long to take you home
And open you
And explore all you have given me.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Wednesday, May 18th, 2011 04:48 pm
Every time you say it,
It is new and shiny to me,
Like a freshly minted penny tossed into the wishing well
From which all my words bubble forth.

Every time you say it,
It is colorful and exciting to me,
Like a brightly wrapped present on my birthday
Full of inspiration.

Every time you say it,
It is warm and dear to me,
Like a newborn infant crying out
Depending on me to nurture it.

Every time you say it,
It is bold and intoxicating to me,
Like the first sip of wine in the evening
On the first date.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Friday, November 20th, 2009 01:46 pm
Love is not an electric lamp.
So many think like everyone has a socket or a bulb,
And if you've got a socket you need to find someone with a bulb,
And if you've got a bulb you need to find someone with a socket.
Then you get together, and you get "in love" and screw together and everyone can see the Light of your Love for each other,
And once you get screwed together, there's no more room for anybody else.

So many think like you're either a plug or an outlet,
And a plug and an outlet get together and get plugged together,
And then the whole thing Starts Working,
And after you've gotten plugged, you've got to get unplugged before you can make anything Work with someone different.

It's not.

We have lost our words for love, and not having words, can no longer understand the ideas.
We have let our gods and our laws and our society's disapproval take away our joy.
We have cast away our happiness for someone else's morality.
We live in darkness, because we have extinguished the bonfire of passionate consummation
And replaced it with a stand-lamp in the corner.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 12:55 pm
Plucking the petals of a daisy
(Slowly! Ever more slowly!)
I don't allow myself to see
How many are left.
Holding in my mind
To the optimistic ignorance of childhood,
I refuse to believe
She might have stolen one
Before she gave it to me.
adalger: Earthrise as seen from the moon, captured on camera by the crew of Apollo 16 (Default)
Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 02:47 am
It was a beautiful ice sculpture,
A castle with spires and turrets
And finely detailed crenellations
Atop the mighty towers.
The brave pennants made it pretty
When they reflected, with the sunlight,
From the shiny sparkly surface.
It stood, proud, solid, firm,
And looked like safety and protection
And above all reliability.
Spring, that they call joyful,
Came and ended the long cold days
That let it stand so permanent-looking.
Now it's just a puddle, and in some days
It will be a little piece of clouds far away.