A Spring Bud
She was without her Spring
seeming born from childhood to only Winter Cold
and I was drawn to her for that reason, it seemed.
I'd hoped for a manufactured Autumn in her
from my own intense desire of it and that
could by mere exposure melt her glacial-ness
and she would then be unable to resist
the Fire I had in-born for her;
that mere proximity was translative to her breasts
to her glassy eyes, her breath in-drawn
by-passing her stony regard
and the challenge she took for anyone to reach
her inside ice-berg which floated on what must
have been the Arctic Seas her Soul sailed.
I drew near, more confused as to my being
prey or preyed and she watched me in her mind's eye
advance my hand slightly to feign to touch her's by mistake,
ready to embrace or withdraw and pretend it was all accident-
yet hoping, even if there was retreat, that a spark would ignite and breach
between the hand offered and the frozen finger-tip she offered only
in repose.
These moments, I think, a hand's touch, given or received
rejected or accepted can take the curtain back on a promise
of more or reveal the door to slam and nothing gained.
I moved my finger close, not ready yet to risk the touch
looking for a sign to see if Affection's Beast would purr or pounce;
but it did neither and from my sense from her, she too had that
nervousness first encounter's make, entreaties in the yawl between
offered or given, smile or scowl, push away or grateful reach,
or better reciprocity.
We both were extended at the finger-tip I then began to sense her cold ship
had a willingness to sail to warmer climes; softly bold, I lay my hand
atop hers
measuring pitchful signs of a ship; anchored or ship breaking moor
for the comfort of the open sea again?
But overlapping warmth, mine to her's, she allowed-didn't withdraw
and I took this from her, her first Spring bud.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Melanie
Watching, driving thru the night, Im all alone
Empty endless road, a thousand miles to go
Midnight five million thoughts are passing in a row
Will you still be waiting there God only knows
I can still see your face in my mind, with every turn I take
The wind through my heart feels so cold, as it calls out your name
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you can set me free
Morning, suns in my eyes, Im tied to your soul
One chance, one solitary life, how could I let you go
Got a phone call, or was it a dream, a voice spoke to me
I could swear it was you that I heard crying desperately
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you will set me free
I can still see your face in my mind, with every turn I take
The wind through my heart feels so cold, as it calls out your name
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you will set me free
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you will set me free
song performed by by Toto
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Reach Out And Touch
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
Take a little time out of your busy day
To give encouragement
To someone who's lost the way
(just try)
Or would i be talking to a stone
If i asked you
To share a problem that's not your own
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
If you see an old friend on the street
And he's down
Remember his shoes could fit your feet
(just try)
Try a little kindness you'll see
It's something that comes very naturally
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Why don't you (why don't you)
Reach out and touch somebody's hand
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Laughter in my Womb
As I touch my tummy so tenderly, I escape
He placed his hand on mine
Asked I blush as mummy,
so perfectly out I space
She placed her hand on his
And I hear laughter from inside my ears
And I sense these thrills right down my veins
And I feel my rains coming
I am the season of the mud
I am a new earth
And I hear laughter from inside my mind
And I sense this strength all over my muscles
And I feel my arteries working
I transform
I am the reason of the laughter
I am the hearth
I am the season of the fire
red soil and water
my womb is an oven
and it’s laughing
As I touch this belly in such a marvel, I break
He placed his finger on my tear
Collapsed I and numb, but sovereign, again I brick
She placed his salty finger on her lips
And I throw laughter from inside my guts
And I sense this mighty earthquake on my bones
And I feel my rains coming
I am the season of the mud
I am the last earth
And I hear laughter from inside my mind
And I sense this strength all over my muscles
And I feel my arteries working
I transcend
I am the reason of the laughter I am the hearth
I am the season of the fire
red soil and water
my womb is an oven
and its holy laughter is boiling to surface.
poem by Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis
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We – Not We
My joy and your joy don’t go together,
My thoughts and your thoughts touch slightly.
My hand, your hand – they will meet never,
My dreams want to kiss your dreams lightly.
Your words bloom in my heart like flowers,
I’d like to pick them and not to suffer any longer.
There is my heart and yours in the scattered showers,
My love and my hope - I have to smother them.
My island is so lonely; my flag waves on the pole.
You should have it at heart and come to comfort.
But I had a look around and didn’t see a soul.
Your ship can’t still find the inaccessible port.
My joy and your joy don’t go together,
My thoughts and your thoughts touch slightly.
My hand, your hand – they will meet never,
My dreams want to kiss your dreams lightly.
poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
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To Each a Season
Summer kisses Winter's Hands
thereby warming them
as she takes her hair
and wraps him
in the midst of the blowing gale;
her arms reach out
to his icy branches
giving a spark to each sleeping bud
awaking each from its frozen winter encasement.
But Winter's Heart
is cold indeed
whispering to her in her ministrations
'I am Winter and Winter is my fate;
from my icy cradle
Spring is born
and I must not miss her birth.'
Summer was angry.
'Am I not more fair than she?
Have I not given you solace
in your icy retreat?
Have I not offered you much more than she?
If I withdraw my succorings
where would you be? '
'I would' Winter said
'Winter be.'
With that Summer took her Golden Hair
threw it back upon her beautiful shoulders
asking herself 'Where is the gratitude? '
Winter reached with his thin cold fingers
uttering,
'Summer is too warm for me because without
my wild blizzard face I lose my Winter Grace and Winter's dignity-
becoming only melting ice;
discarded slush
snow-flake crushed
and I would wander
my melting realm
and seep into muddy ground,
gone.'
'I understand' Summer said
'Spring, when you put it that way
seems a better bride for you since
she kisses your icy buds
slowly bringing them to blossoming
and I would perhaps apply too much heat
too soon;
they would be born flower wilted
'I understand, ' she said
flying away
'yet I am still sad.'
Below
Winter held his arms high
to welcome
the smell of
Springs breezes
not knowing
Summer in coming to him
had sacrificed her own season
and lay dead
beneath Winter's snow
unknown to him;
because indeed her love was so great
she had given up
her own Summer season.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Reach Out & Touch
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
Take a little time out of your busy day
To give encouragement
To someone whos lost the way
(just try)
Or would I be talking to a stone
If I asked you
To share a problem thats not your own
We can change things if we start giving
Why dont you
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
If you see an old friend on the street
And hes down
Remember his shoes could fit your feet
(just try)
Try a little kindness youll see
Its something that comes very naturally
We can change things if we start giving
Why dont you
Reach out and touch
Why dont you (why dont you)
Reach out and touch somebodys hand
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebodys hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Embraced
My eyes devoured her
took her hungrily;
she watched;
watching me wanting her
in that instant where
time dances slowly,
where breathing
rises like an ocean wave
and then comes
crashing
upon the Soul's Shore;
jets of emotional eddies
swirling.
Her chest fills with air;
her breasts
reach out, expanding
toward me
where my eyes
meet hers;
two surges merge;
her breasts
meet my chest
mingling
long repressed
Furtive Desire
and Urgent Opportunity.
I move beside her
but still within vision.
She stands stock still
her profile in my eyes
rises and falls
on an ocean of Flailing Anticipation;
lunging, cresting
and finally crashing
on that quivering shore
where the Soul's Soul lives;
for we are beyond Soul itself
to the Spiritual.
She invited my look
drinking in my steady gaze;
still as a twilight's
summer stars.
I moved again
outside her vision
behind her,
her back a creamy canvass
awaiting the artists brush-
my finger-tip-
on skin blushed;
with butterfly warm breaths-
lips- settling on her neck
pulsating
volcano-hot.
My Heart-
first a suitor-
is now a slave;
backhand tracing
across spaghetti strap
lined shoulders;
she
moves backward
against my bare chest
nestling there
for the Soul-Fit;
reaching back
we finger-tip to finger-tip
touch the touch which satisfies,
All Longing.
With one hand
behind and below
she makes contact
with my Sincerity
and I am hers forever.
We move in this dance
in this
our first
full-throated
embrace;
transformed.
All gravity evaporates
in the melting light
and joined
we surge
into the Intimacy
Transfixed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Will Touch You
(cagan)
I can count the teardrops hidden from your eyes
I can hear the sadness that your smile belies
Thought I heard a whisper
Did it come from you
If you say youre ready
I am ready too
I will touch you deep inside where love is
I will touch your sorrow and make it go away
I can hear the questions running through your mind
I can feel the answers very close behind
When your heart is ready
You will understand
When youre tired of crying
You will take my hand
I will touch you deep inside where love is
I will touch your sorrow and make it go away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Souling
Give me your hand
for it is my life extended;
Give me your mouth
for its warmth keeps me alive
Give me your eyes for they see
for me
beyond my self.
Give me your
heat
in between
for without it's prospect
I wither.
Give me kind words;
they comfort me
and help me carry on.
Place beside me
your Understanding
for without it I die.
Sit quietly with me
because that reassures me
I exist.
For all this
I open my blouse
and show you my Soul
and you touch it with
your finger-tips.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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You Touch My Heart
Somehow you reach in and you touch my heart
Somehow you reach in, you touch my soul
When I look at you, I see everything we could be
Eyes wide open, looking at me
What can I offer you that youve never seen
Just dont be afraid, someone is watching
You will see
Somehow when you smile the day seems brighter
Somehow when you smile you melt my heart
When I look at you I see all things we should be
And in your darkest hour, hold out your hand for me
Something will guide you, Ill be beside you
And when its rough out there, Im with you everywhere
I will be right behind you if you should fall
Someday you will find everything you look for
Someday you will find a love like mine
When you smile at her you will feel the things you could be
Eyes wide open, looking at me
What can I offer you that youve never seen
Just dont be afraid, someone is watching
You will see, you will see
Somehow you reach in and you touch my heart
Somehow you reach in, you touch my soul
When I look at you, I see everything we could be
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Young Traitor
Gran said
you can come with us
to the fair
Janice said
Provided your mum agrees
of course but Gran's
already asked your mum
so it's all right
you stood outside
the school gates
waiting for your mother
to come and pick you up
and so you said
Oh right that'll be good
but you didn't want Helen
to know you were going
to the fair with Janice
and even though
you hadn't planned it
or asked for it
you still felt guilty
about going
with Janice to the fair
and when Helen
came out of school
and stood waiting
next to you
for her mother
you hoped Janice
wouldn't say
anything about it
but Janice just stood there
smiling looking at Helen
as if to say he's going with me
to the fair and you're not
and Helen gazed at Janice
at the same time
putting her hand
near yours
and you could feel
her hand brush
against yours
and then she turned
and looked at you
through her
thick lens glasses
her eyes searching you
like a navigator
looking for a fresh route
to a new world
and Janice moved closer
on your other side
her hand seeking out
a finger to hold
and she said
Look here comes Gran
and she released
your finger and ran
and you stood with Helen
waiting
knowing her hand
was warm and feeling yours
and hoping she couldn't
read minds
or thoughts
or know about the fair
and she said suddenly
giving your hand a squeeze
Here's your mum and mine
let's go meet them
and off you ran
following behind
feeling a sense of betrayal
being a traitor to Helen
in your 7 year old mind.
poem by Terry Collett
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Touch
Touch
To a loved family member…
a caress, a touch
A loving hand on ones knees
Can convey e’er so much
Just a soft gentle squeeze
To a child….
A finger’s soft glide
Down child’s turned up nose
Can start the slow slide
Into dreamland repose
To a friend…
Friendly pat on the shoulder
Gentle nudge in the side
Head lain on one’s shoulder
Floods one’s heart like the tide
To a real close friend…
Tips brushing closed eyelids
Arms tightly clasping
Rough sheets on one’s back
Fast breath slightly gasping
To a really, really close friend……
Fingers entwined,
palms ardently pressed
Palms kneading one’s back
Lips brushing soft breasts
To close..
Every being needs
The sensation of touch
And a surfeit of hugs
Could ne’er be too much
poem by David Whalen
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A hand mirror
lightning
thunder
the storm
the calm
the chill
a hand mirror
my eyes
my nose
mouth
hair
face
a hand mirror
anguish
fear
pain
joy
happi ness
a hand mirror
spring
summer
autumn
winter
a hand mirror
childhood
teenager years
adulthood
old age
a hand mirror
poetry runs
outside
written by the gods
in multi-dimensions
a hand mirror
poetry runs inside
that all the outside
portrays so correctly
- i cry
a hand mirror
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Kiss
She slipped into her smiling stance
so easily.
Her lips parted showing her teeth
alabaster white and gleaming
as she sat on the couch
in dim light
bathing in the self-confidence-ness
women sometimes have that says
'whatever happens in this encounter
with him
it
will not matter
and will be only a ripple made by a rock thrown in the pond
with no consequence
because in her dry dock, she was thinking,
her emotional ship
had already sailed;
while she had only to move slightly or whisper-speak
and my dingy boat of disappointment and rejection would start to sink
as sure as white teeth part
and then
clamp down swallowing.
Transfixed at her mouth's opening
I only too late realized that alabaster,
shiny smiles
form the emotional bite
where something is bit off
and then swallowed down.
One sided complacency
married to desperate attraction
ends badlly
if one of the party
is blinded by bright smiling teeth
which rise in the darkened night
offering the promise of a kiss
but delivering only the fatal bites
the cat delivers
to the hypnotized mouse.
Such to me is irrestible.
Danger's erotic quiverings
place my hand in fire
to see how close heat can be
without singeing the soul
which lingers close by
but not too close
and I fix my gaze on that oraficed opened mouth
and my butter-fly breathing
lent to the event
one soft breath
rising to meet those panting lips
like the sirens offering
but never giving;
promising neither solice or need fulfilled;
silently demanding that she cross my
river Styx.
I watch as she stiffens from the shock
realizing, she herself, had been denied
what she had always felt
was her birth-right;
a kiss proffered; a kiss received,
but here for the first time
she experienced denial
a kiss in abeyance
close but willfully
withheld;
coming, but never came;
siren songs
which are near but stay outside
the closing circle;
out of reach
leaving her mouth
dry and bereft;
stunned that the moth
could come so close yet
resist the flame;
eyes now wide
she stares at me
seeking soul-level knowledge
of how and who could approach her crimson mouth
and yet resist..
She stared at my lips hovering.
I said
'Come close
step over the line more than halfway;
I need the surrender
of your mouth to mine
and in doing so
know you have abandoned that complaency
which shrouds you.
Don't hesitate, or it will be too late
your mouth is mine
even if we never touch
because it is the on-coming need
I see in its quivering, hesitancy
and your breathing
that tells me you are done;
warmth exhudes
and retreats;
I see your breasts rising
determinedly seeking
what had been denied;
yet the denial act
ignites both our needings
now mixed with curiosity
engorged lips, and
erstwhile somunamulant
needs.
At the marker point it is now
for each of us advance or retreat;
two breathings now indistinguishable;
pouty mouth
and hungry lips
meet
and meld;
fire-breathing
soul-fusing
tremblings.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Take Your Hand
Take Your Hand"
Hey
I feel like I just blow on up
Anytime I could just lose control, caught up
In your lovin' everytime I feel your touch
Second thoughts more doubts started buildin' up
You're everything I wanted
Before I knew just what I wanted
And hey, hey
You're killin' me on the inside
And you're the only one I want
I can't deny
Don't know what to do
What to say
I'm not sure what to tell you
Confused, which way do I
Take your hand or let go (do I)
Take your hand or let it go (I can't)
Take this feelin' much more (do I)
Take your hand or let go (go)
Don't know what to do
What to say
I'm not sure what to tell you
Confused, which way do I go
Hey
I feel like I just blow on up
Everytime I feel your love
I get so caught up
It's your kissin', your touch
It's just everything
But I'm feelin' like I wanna just run away
I'm here to tell you what I want
But you're everything I want
And hey, hey
It's killin' me on the inside
Cuz you're all I ever wanted
So I can't deny
Don't know what to do
What to say
I'm not sure what to tell you
Confused, which way do I
Take your hand or let go (do I)
Take your hand or let it go (I can't)
Take this feelin' much more (do I)
Take your hand or let go (go)
Don't know what to do
What to say
I'm not sure what to tell you
Confused, which way do I go
Somebody tell me
Is it that I'm so hung I can't say
Or is it my life
So young, careless ways
And in your eyes
So much love you wanna give
But the more I hold you in my arms
The pressure starts to build (build)
Build it up (build, build, build)
Don't know what to do
What to say
I'm not sure what to tell you
Confused, which way do I
Take your hand or let go (do I)
Take your hand or let it go (I can't)
Take this feelin much more (do I)
Take your hand or let go (go)
Dont know what to do
What to say
I'm not sure what to tell you
Confused, which way do I
Take your hand or let go
Take your hand or let it go
Take your hand or let go
Take your hand or let it go
Take your hand or let go
Take your hand or let it go
Take your hand or let go
Take your hand or let it go
Take your hand or let go
Take your hand or let go
song performed by by Usher
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White Flag
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were but
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
all that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
song performed by by Dido
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Lonely Tear
I close my eyes and you are there
As you stand in front of me
I reach out my hand to hold you
As you have set my soul and mind free
You then give me a smile and then a kiss
And now my heart and soul is on fire
I tremble and shake with thoughts only of you
My heart is full of want and your desire.
You then close your eyes and walk towards me
We then kiss with both passion and need
You gave me what I want I gave you what you have
To each other our passions we will feed.
You then step away to show me who you are
I ravish you with my hands and eyes
I then caress your breasts and touch your lips
Once again I am a man deep inside.
You turn around just one more time
To prove to me that your the woman for me
I take a deep breath it explodes in my soul
My soul and mind of all other women is free.
You take me by the hand and lead me to our bed
We lay down together with you at my side
Your head is on my chest and my hands in your hair
My passion for you for this night I will not hide.
You then make me a man I can barely stand
I look at you as you are covered with silk and lace
We then kiss again you’re my lover and friend
As I can see the pleasure upon your face.
I open my eyes and now you are gone
And sadly it was a dream you are no longer here
I now forget the passion and the words I had spoke
Now I walk away alone, with one lonely tear.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Inside The Room Where We Are Alone
how can i forget you
when we were inside the room
just the two of us
you hinted about love
the fields of desire
insatiable
that wish to be
with you
forever
how can i be so cruel then
not to mind the way your hands
touch mine
the way your tongue slides
something so wet and sweet
in between your lips
to mine
how can i be so foolish
to pretend that this is nothing but a passing of time
a mere slip of the mind
folding upon itself
and then spreading too thinly
upon a numbness
of the bored existentialist
when you close your eyes
so i may kiss you
i look beyond the green fields
i gaze beyond the blue seas
i have fears
that i may finally be lost between your thoughts
in the middle of my oceans of concerns
i may become the ship that sinks
and then be forgotten
i chose indifference
i built a fence
i made a sunless horizon
i vanished the moon
i hid in the silence
in the darkness
i do not know what love is, frankly, anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shelia Loves Deeply
I want you to tell me that you need me-
is that so hard?
I want you to see me and not turn away.
I carve sometimes even a gentle glance
or better
a soft touch and softer voice saying
'are you ok? '
Rejection cuts like a dull knife
and kindness is a hurtful stranger
when not freely given and often
even if a substitute
for love
abandoned
Seeing you retreat inward
crushes my soul
and make me feel weak-
to weak to make it stop-
too weak to reach out-
and draw you out-
to weak to even cry sometimes.
No greater pain
than the pain of feeling unloved;
no greater din
than the din of silence.
No arm shorter than
the one which one
which wants to reach out
but is always too short from the lover in retreat
no hand ghostlier than the one which reaches out just after you have turned away.
So sex even is spiritless
yet it is better than
the cigarettes and beer
haze in which I sometimes find you
at three am TV snowing.
Worse, for any woman
or any man
beyond even all this
is the unmistakable sense
that you long for that something else
foraging with your eyes
to some stranger passer-by;
and I cannot re-direct
those longing looks
back my way
intoning in my soul;
'Don't you see
I am the one who loves you.'
We are the ghost ship
drifting upon the dead sea
and yet
curse me for the time being-
I'd rather drift in this maelstrom
with you
than anyone else;
so deep is my love.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Violent Intent
She rushed up from her chair
hands flying
nails unsheathed
scratching
clawing,
violent intent;
and she drew blood.
He crouched away
shielding his face
but too late
the bloody scratch line
grew crimson red
and instinctively
his hand flew up
to touch the bleeding spot
where his inside red fluid
became his outside red flow.
She was back again with a
flailing kick
to reach him
at his tender spot
and buckling he
laid down flat out
and opened himself up
for her all-out assault.
She paused above him
ready to pummel again
and hesitated
because he offered
her no resistance,
no attempt to protect himself.
She grappled down onto him
saddled him to punch him
and still he made no attempt
to protect or resist.
And she hit him a small slap
and realized
she was
the aggressor.
And tears began to flow
in eyes
which realized
that isolated inside one's own violence
non-resistance
is the clue
that anger
is mostly
self-inflicted
and grows only
if it provokes
similar anger
and similar violent
resistance.
And before her then
was non-resistance
forcing her to recognize
that the one below
her violent blows
was her beloved
husband
who didn't deserve
this.
What he had done
was to lie quiet
being the mirror.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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