Tonight
by Deborah Oster Pannell
Let's fuck like 20-year-olds, darling
wrap ourselves around each other
and fuck our way to the stars
Let's cross that line between you and me
and the stuff people pay to see
I know pleasure
and it is this
all over me, you, covering, separating,
discovering, repairing, blending,
again and again
When we were younger, we moved to the beat
without thinking
without knowing what
we were really doing
blindly stumbling
into one another
like cattle on a range at midnight
dewy grass beneath our feet
Now we know more of what life is all about
seen our share,
been to the barren wastelands
done our thing and been flying,
drowning...
I've got to know if
you understand how deep this is
I need your arms around me
in understanding of bliss
This is not an accident
This will change
of course
but maybe we can
know the darkness together
keep in step for a time
and let the rhythm
rock us to the stars
for a little while
until the sun of the morning
moves our hearts to
an earthly beat
once again
And oh the ache
of knowing death
pulls at us both
the familiar quiet
of solitude
that is no longer enough
always beckons
always promises
its final silence
my forever is with you
Exuberant and passionate in tone, form, and language.*
What Gary said. *
Thank you Gary and Mathew. Thank you so much...
woke me up on an early thursday morning!*
ha ha james! that's good...
I liked it too... the energy of it... I wish I could steal some of it.
Very beautiful. Fave*
Oh Steven, thank you. Wishes for theft are among the highest compliments...
Gloria. Thank you so much. I'm so glad you like it...
very Walt Whitman in its sheer joy of language
thanks Lillian... i'm trying to work more with rhythm and flow... I always appreciate your succinct notes.