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4.
I find Love in the kitchen.
She is solid and wide.
Her face is a secret, her hair is the sea.
She enters a room and fills it.
I want to drown. I want to know.
Plush and deep and rich, she opens
her arms, she opens her face. I sleep
with my hands on her breasts.
I drown. When I reach for the surface
I swim and swim for shore. When I leave,
I leave honestly. I take everything. I learn
to live in the desert.
This is part of a series I'm working on.
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Love is always in the kitchen! I like your description, especially the word plush.
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet | 30 August 2007 at 01:51 AM
I have liked all your love poems.
Posted by: gautami | 30 August 2007 at 02:03 AM
A home is where the love is, and the kitchen is where it start. Beautiful narrative!
Posted by: joezul | 30 August 2007 at 02:27 AM
This series is just getting more powerful and more moving as it continues. That final stanza will stay with me.
Posted by: Imelda / GreenishLady | 30 August 2007 at 05:16 AM
This is really interesting -- I like the contrast between drowning and the desert. Nice job!
Posted by: Jessica | 30 August 2007 at 05:32 AM
the beat goes on.. i must admit i liked the more angry love better... but this one is nice too...
Posted by: paisley | 30 August 2007 at 05:35 AM
"I learn to live in the desert" - Wonderful!
Posted by: Constance | 30 August 2007 at 07:06 AM
What a great series. Love your site. I will most definitely return your writing is outstanding.
Posted by: lisrobbe | 30 August 2007 at 09:15 AM
I drown. When I reach for the surface
I swim and swim for shore. When I leave,
I leave honestly. I take everything.
i love these lines for their brutal honesty.
Posted by: wendy | 30 August 2007 at 09:23 AM
I like your series of love poems. They are rich and engaging. The refrain of 'leaving' is interesting, as is love changing gender in #4. I look forward to reading more of the series, if it continues.
Posted by: Rob Kistner | 30 August 2007 at 10:34 AM
I'm enjoying your love series. The words are honest and clear with freedom hidden within. Very nice.
Posted by: Tumblewords | 30 August 2007 at 10:57 AM
I just went back and read the first three. I love the rhythm of this conversation between two people about love. It has a lovely, rocking motion to it. Hope to see more in this series. Annie
Posted by: AnnieElf | 30 August 2007 at 11:28 AM
This has been such a great series. Love this!
Posted by: split ends | 30 August 2007 at 11:48 AM
Wonderful and sensuous poems. Looking forward to more of this.
Posted by: Cathy | 30 August 2007 at 07:02 PM
i just read the entire series of Loves. beautiful. like paisley, i especially like the angry Love slamming the door and the image of someone picking up broken pieces of glass. i guess i just find sorrow as equally beautiful, if not more, as the joys of Love. looking forward to reading more!
Posted by: odessa | 30 August 2007 at 10:30 PM
Beautiful. I love the thoroughly muted sense of danger and the way that the richness of the images is filtered through the stoicism of the narrator. Wonderful.
Posted by: Jon | 01 September 2007 at 12:06 PM