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2 young lovers stand in line before me. She turns and stands on her tippy toes to kiss the under

side of his chin. He bends his neck slightly to accept it. They are like the gulls with the

tiny fish I cant see without my glasses. The big male swallowing more than he shares.

Don't you like the way Bear Grills says "pure"? He means it. He means that all the other

water you drop your thirsty knees before and cup your hands to drink, is not the stuff of insect

wings and purple loosestrife. I told a friends little girl about gulls and it was hard to get

the words out. How to explain the pleasures of uncooked fish; of this earth-bound existence?

How do you explain red or being nearest the sea? How do you explain catching rain drops on

your tongue while in love? How does one disregard the allegorical in favor of the forensic?

What hand print, blackened with sadness and hunger, in those tiny synonyms, do you give

off unthinking? The majority of Dickinson's poems, the more unthinkable ones I mean, the ones

she meant to sear thru you as you sit quietly there, are no more the grants and grunts of a

19th century woman pondering love than the young , their captivating condition you

just cant turn your head from. It's power is the rain of membranous poesy  . It's real secrets are

ambitions to your memory as you think of how you felt then. Since now my own gnarly

toes have curled up like some

terrible, terrible thing....Just saying.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, young love....there is nothing else quite like it and as we mature, we realize that. Nothing will ever be as sweet, as spontaneous, as all-encompassing. We will never feel as beautiful or as soft or as passionate. Cynicism takes over. Loved the reference to Dickinson....and the curled toes. Hey, mine are gnarly too! Lydi**

[h d e rushin]

Thank you Lydia so much....I stop in here once and a while to offer something (at least something) and to participate..You know that I've always been a fan of your love poetry..dana

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh I just love this one. it is too delicious, and must be savoured again. Clarity of thoughts and images in one long exhale. In the faves.

[h d e rushin]

thank you kl....for stopping by to visit me again....I've been away for a few weeks.. Glad to be
read morethank you kl....for stopping by to visit me again....I've been away for a few weeks.. Glad to be
back unable to sleep in my own bed///lol.....dana

[Lyn Anderson]

I was away for months. I missed it, but I needed a break and am feeling much better.

[Cory Barrett]

It is the rain.
That nourishes and drowns
at once. And we might
ride out on lightning,
or in a creeping tide
of memory.

Keep on brother, the tide is still at bay.

[writing mojo]

again I love the Surrealism here, gulls in silhouettes on the beach have that tendency to look like breath in the sun's shadow climaxing in the high tide. So much connection here, the toes, the lovers, the birds that it feels like a painting that only the pictorials in my mind can understand and not express with words..my head is very encompassed by such formations the clouds try to mimic..excellent piece

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear brother.....so glad you're back with us....dana

[M. Shepherd]

The way in which we are animals always reminds me of a book I read as a teen in which the protagonist reflects on her self awareness during sex and notes how animalistic the act is - "as though we were fish with limbs or deer with rounder heads"
- this means a lot -
As our agency were shared with the subtle fact of the laws of the earth and how we were designed by them. But how life is no less magical knowing that.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Marcie.....dana

[3X3MPLER]

wow this is a really powerful piece of writing

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend for those kind remarks....dana

[Terpsichore]

The first two lines conjure up a picture perfect image of those two young loves.

I read your poetry and it's like standing back and slowly absorbing every last detail of a master artist's canvas; always something catches the eye when you think you've seen all there is to see.

Keep on 'just saying' and I'll keep on reading.

T

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear Terpsichore...for those kind remarks...dana

[Emily B]

a little giggle here, the male child turned seventeen today and I have mixed feelings about all those displays of affection

things are sure different than they were in my day

[h d e rushin]

things are different than they were just yesterday my love..thanks to you and good morning....dana

[CD Campbell]

When you get older, when you become bitter or when so many things fail you in life it's hard to see that young love you describe and appreciate it. Sometimes I don't. It's that pessimist inside, you know, or is it just jealousy? How can heaven and hell exist in one paradigm? This is a great work, dana. There are times such as this one where you make my head hurt. It's that whole making me think thing. CD

[h d e rushin]

thank you CD for stopping in to see me and to offer those kind remarks..You know your kinda
like a rock star around here lately..dana

[CD Campbell]

Did I ever mention you're an appreciated flatterer?

[Beccy]

And in just saying, you explained perfectly what really matters.

'catching raindrops on your tongue while being in love,'

I am loath to pick out a favourite line in this exquisitely wrought poem, but those words in particular were enough to form a tear; but it was a tear of joy.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Beccy for those kind words my friend....dana