tonight my partner and I are curled up on the couch, the dog is between us and the cats are periodically visiting. It's my second week at my new job, and my late evening. Ze went to a lecture afterwork. I got home first, took a bath, made dinner and then we curled up on the couch to eat and catch up on the internet. A couple minutes ago ze turned to me and showed me a poem that had come up on a google reader feed. Regardless of the intention of the poet, to hir (and now me) there was a beautiful butch/femme quality to it.
As surely as architects fall in love
with angles and lines I come to you
adjusting my buttons and lapel fascinated
by the hover of your dress
as though you floated into the room
a jellyfish a single bulb
She's not on the same field of play
they'd all whispered to me
yet I lean forward closer to you
and away from my secured counsel
As you speak whole cities blossom
within my chest a new age
out of the slow bone and flesh existence
and here ideas are rivering through
As surely as highways pulse between
major metropolises sex is a subtext
I imagine sliding down each ravine
and ripple within your dress
the touch of your hand changes
an avenue of traffic lights to green lust
With you I dream of new equations
how y might multiply with x
a new proof effervescing beneath our
formalities I don't care who's watching
I come to you wanting to build structures
together not to gaze dumbly into your eyes
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Stumbled across your blog and love this poem you've shared. Do you know who wrote it? I'd like to share it on my blog as well, may I link it back to your blog here?