The Year I turned 40
He touches my lips, looks at my mouth with concentration
On my back, I look away from eyes so close
A poster sailboat watches over us
My tongue is dry
Another man, a few days later
His hand moves gently across my bare back
I sense rather than feel his touch
I speak a few nervous words
He doesn’t answer
I feel physical pain with both men
Even though each is careful with my body
I’ve been seeing both men for years
Although not exclusively
It’s a need to see them, not a choice
Though I guess everything is a choice
I don’t know if either one is married
And only know one’s first name
It used to be nothing
Meeting up with one or the other
It was regular, simple
Now it’s keeping me whole.
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That was nice. Is it something new? And that first stanza was so in the moment.
Yep, it's new. First poem written in about 10 months.
wow--first poem in 10 months! impressive. the speaker raises a situation so real. my favorite stanza:
It used to be nothing
Meeting up with one or the other
It was regular, simple
Now it’s keeping me whole.
thanks for posting it!
Okay,
It's about Dr. Stathis and Dr. Yee. My dentist and my doctor.
My teeth breaking and getting skin cancer this year have made them important men in my life.
Well now, that makes it a different poem entirely! Maybe you need to clue us in somehow, like in the title or something.
Jeez, I was beginning to think you were just a big hussy! Only know one of their first names... really.
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