Solis

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
...

He came out of the office where he was employed
in an unimportant and poorly paid position
(up to eight pounds a month, with tips);
when he finished his tedious work
that kept him stooped all afternoon,
he came out at seven, and sauntered slowly,
gazing idly in the street. Beautiful
and interesting, he carried himself
as if he'd reached his full sensual potential.
He turned twenty-nine a month ago.

He gazed idly ...

Dance for me, my love.
Take pride in the woman you are,
flaunt your erotic nature.
Be the vamp, the flirt
who winks from under the surface
of your Sunday School face.

Tease me, sexy lady.
Translate passion into motion,
move in those exotic ways
you know will stir my desire.
Be the bad girl tonight,
and in your dance, show no mercy.

fragment of a poem, by Robert Birch

The burning question rests upon my lips . . .

Would you offer your throat to the wolf?
Do you secretly burn to bear its mark?
Has your heart ached to feed its soul?
Do you hunger to surrender your flesh?
Do you know how hungry I am for you?

Would you offer your body to the beast?
Do you ache inside with a need to tame it?
Have you ever dreamed of being mine?
Can you conquer your fears and claim it?
Would you offer ...

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging ...

On Saturday, I wrote about the definition of stress (at base: what your mind does to your body when it encounters something new) and the two types of stress (the energizing "eustress" and the dulling, familiar "distress"). In order to help folks who are experiencing nervous anxiety as they begin (or contemplate beginning or panic about contemplating beginning) lifestyle changes, I offered the metaphor and science of mazes as a way of understanding what your mind is doing to ...

Defeated by Love
The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon

So powerful
I fell to the ground

Your love
has made me sure

I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender
to the magnificence
of your Being.

There's a lot to be said for surrender.

Jalalud'din Rumi, 1207-1273. Rumi practiced Sufism, a mystic version of Islam. He's one of the most widely-read poets ...

"Il est du genre a tirer un coup avex sa soeur sans demander la permission de leur mere."

Roughly, "He is the kind of person who would bang his sister without asking their mother’s permission."

Credit to Alexis Munier, Talking Dirty French (2008)

Most of us sleep walk through most of our days: same time to get up, same gulped breakfast, same route to work, same forgettable chat with coworkers, same complaints, same concerns (overweight, underappreciated, underpaid), and the same vegetative evening routine. It’s easy and efficient, and it will, bit by bit, suck the soul out of you. 150 years ago, women – bright women, trapped in riskless, monotonous lives, of whom nothing more was asked than to play along with the “good wife” game – were ...

Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene

(lady, i will touch you with my mind.) Touch you, that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become with infinite ease

the poem which i do not write.

e.e. cummings, ca 1920