The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 1/10/2007)

[RetroLounge]

Hymn to the Neck

Tamed by starched collars or looped by the noose,
all hail the stem that holds up the frail cranial buttercup.
The neck throbs with dread of the guillotine's kiss, while
the silly, bracelet-craving wrists chafe in their handcuffs.
Your one and only neck, home to glottis, tonsils,
and many other highly specialized pieces of meat,
is covered with stubble. Three mornings ago, undeserving
sinner though she is, yours truly got to watch you shave
in the bath. Sap matted your chest hair. A clouded
hand mirror reflected a piece of your cheek. Vapor
rose all around like spirit-infested mist in some fabled
rainforest. The throat is the road. Speech is its pilgrim.
Something pulses visibly in your neck as the words
hand me a towel flower from your mouth.

Amy Gerstler

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RL

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[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Good morning, my dear Retro..........

Now, I must say I don't usually think of the neck as erotic!

Until now.......

This is wonderful! I can so easily see what's happening here.......

And it is beautiful to behold........


Thank you, sweetie........:hug:

[RetroLounge]

2. ...

:hug:

RL

[wildhorses]

3. i betcha

Something pulsed visibly somewhere lower, too :evilgrin: