Through the Ages by Kate LeBlanc
copyright 2005
When you die, I will put tender orchids on your grave. They love it hot and
wet,
like you loved me.
When we were young I went to your old Man grave as an old Lady,
and I lay upon it
the moment
our eyes soul danced.
Thats how we met. Remember?
I havent fucked you good and proper in twelve years.
Once you brought a rose to make up and placateafter I caught you.
I flung it out the kitchen door.
The next thing I know,
my naked ass is bumping the black pepper shaker.
That table was the perfect height.
I havent seen you in three years.
I co-habitate with a financier.
You probably cant give it to me five times in a row anymore.
Thats ok.
I taught you how to kiss like a dreaming artist.
That will be enough.
Hold my hand for ten seconds, and
thats the end of my underwear for the day. Why wont this go away?
I heard you lost a finger working machinery.
Ive been faithful to you through other unions, through love and marriages
of various
kinds.
You are the only one, you are the only one
Who makes me feel like dirtfresh, fecund, firm
maiden, goddess, nymph.
I will be wrinkled, gray, dry,
Still you will be buried
inside me. You will
become Earth, not ashes.
At your death, in my old age,
I will rise out of you
In all the Ages,
You have made me your Woman.
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author: Kate LeBlanc
Kate LeBlanc practices yoga and teaches writing in Austin, Texas.
you can writer her using this e-mail address: Kate-LeBlanc@hotmail.com |
