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Our missives electronic. We are safe then
for now, from the electricity between us,
The undeniable spark that passes at the
Dinner table while someone passes the salt
And you – me, the potatoes, our hands
imperceptibly touching, eyes unnaturally averted.
Does anyone notice? And how about later
when I find my way up the old marble
staircase to the coatroom check so full of
warm winter cashmeres and 1940s mink
scented with the spice of Youth Dew and
incense. Does anyone suss the two
of us missing. That this is not coincidence.

How much were we willing to risk …
We hide amidst the racks, giggling as children,
You so gently lifting my skirt to unhook
the snap of each stocking
and I, trembling with trepidation, with
fear, unsteady in my buckled dance shoes;
you already so aware of this power me.
You were always older. Even growing up
you played your trump, always calling my
bluff. You were my kiss, lips slightly parted,
You let your gentle tongue slip;
I took you in as one accepts a communion wafer, thinking that whatever we did then would be absolved.
You of course upped the ante, Defying me to do
same, knowing full well I’d take your bait. Anything but let you win, but god, I must confess
I have loved you forever.
That you were my first, second, third, how many times?
That for any boyfriend I had, their love
seemed childish and weak compared to
ours that run rich with the blood of the kindred.
Not one could match this love
and you knew it just as you
know it now. Stockings half-down,
you raise my grey-pleated skirt, all business,
lay down for me your coat, “because
The floor is cold” you say and because
I can never deny you, I take you
to me, committing every deadly
sin, but somewhere, somewhere, there
must be some god who smiles.
bears witness to this hushed moment
as we move beneath the coats and just
as I am to… and shout your name, your hand
reaches to cover my lips before they
they shout your name aloud, before
I shout to your palm a thousand hushed amens.


------
Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti

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The following comments are for "the coatroom"
by sadijane

coats, marble floors, cousins
I thought you'd find this interesting... i admit, it's a bit out there for most people, but we write what we know, and so there you have it... i like this piece and the others in this series. they came out well, probably because there is real feeling behind them.... i'm SOOOO glad you like it. Je suis tres heureuse que tu l'aime :) Je pense c'est un de la meilleure poesie que j'ecrisait (?) (past tense)....

merci, mon cher ami! bisous a toi.... amites :)

sj

( Posted by: sadijane [Member] On: February 7, 2006 )

pressigny
yes, they are very very different..... the Pressigny poems have a mood all their own and that is pretty strong. Also the subject matter here is different and a bit *verboten* so that may make it difficult to relate to as well... or it may just be not as good of a poem... to me, i like these ones, but some aren't on here because they couldn't be, i guess. I don't know...

:) Thanks Lucie -- Have book of tenses of verbs. Will check that as well....

bonsoir!

( Posted by: sadijane [Member] On: February 7, 2006 )

Sadi, HOT
Hi Sadi, it's been awhile. What a way to come back after some time out.
I lost my shaw account and you had emailed me there a couple of months ago, just wanted you to know I am still around and getting better, thanks.

This is quite secretive, sensual, almost seems taboo, too good to be true......and HOT. I personally do not find this type of poetry too way out there. I've learned that passion rules so many things, dreams, thoughts, our movements through a day......and they are so very real so they should be OUT.

Enjoyed this so much Sadi. Pour le future J' espere etre francais.


Merci e bonsoir Sadi,

Dar ;)

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: February 7, 2006 )

hi Dar ...
Hi Dareva:

It's nice to hear from you --- . This poem, yes, it's "verboten' as i said at one point earlier, forbidden, "kissing cousins" and etc. but there is a real and strong love there that has lasted since they were younger all the way through the now.. the present.

The taboo aspect prob. does lend it something, but what i hope comes across is the real love they share for each other... How that always comes first no matter what. To me, that's the important part, but sure, the sexual attraaction is undeniable (was always present one senses) and so that makes it "HOT! as you said.... : )

thx,. for your opinion - you really took the time to evaluate and i'm grateful.

s.

( Posted by: sadijane [Member] On: February 7, 2006 )





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