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hirty-two years I've been alive, half of them spent looking for love. My reading this week has brought me to a new clarity, a honing in on what I'm really after. As it turns out, I think I'm only asking for one thing; perhaps it's not too much. Love as delicacy, the gentleness of one who knows, who loves you not like flame raging through newsprint, nor like an axe, butt end or blade, but as the tap of sea ripples against the side of a woodhull: a steady sound we hear around us, bumping, sustaining, syncopating beneath, against and everywhere.
I am older now, and I'd like to think I have learned enough to trade passion for permanence, ravage for rest. There have been times when I've asked love with its hot hand to take me away from life, to consume and devour, to rid me of all senses save the sense of heat itself; now I ask love not to replace being but just to be, to take over, to be the air breathed in and out, so that we are always, invariably, aswim.
It is quieter, this kind of love; we all know that. It seems less sexy, perhaps, till you know it, till you feel that sexy can be the snag and tangle of here unskeined by the nimble fingers of now. Your hands, darling, on my brow: that is all I ask.
And so, this week, delicacy itself: a love poem by Anne Sexton.
"Knee Song" by Anne Sexton
Being kissed on the back
of the knee is a moth
at the windowscreen and
yes my darling a dot
on the fathometer is
tinkerbelle with her cough
and twice I will give up my
honor and stars will stick
like tacks in the night
yes oh yes yes yes two
little snails at the back
of the knee building bon-
fires something like eye-
lashes something two zippos
striking yes yes yes small
and me maker.
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Jack Murnighan's stories appeared in the Best American Erotica editions of 1999, 2000 and 2001. His weekly column for Nerve, Jack's Naughty Bits, was collected and released as two books. He was the editor-in-chief of Nerve from 1999 to 2001, before retiring to write full time and take seriously the quest for love. |
Introduction ©2000 Jack Murnighan and Nerve.com, Inc.
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Commentarium (4 Comments)
oneof my favorite poems.. thanks. :)
should have been titled :
JACK'S YAWNING BITS"
PLEASE...
dont tell me I stumbled upon this site....
just as Jack is 'winding' down..?
well....
back to Clean Sheets....
and love and erotica as it should be
Jack is the Best, if rough and tough or gentle as in this one (because he is soooo old, already 3o-something, my oh my) always good choice, sure eyes for art. Some readers seem not be able to appreciate the the huge knowledge which goes with it. Sorry, you have tumbled on to the wrong site (for you).
Beautiful poem.... and "it's" - what you've described in your introduction - not too much to ask for. Love as delicacy, as constancy... There's love as fire! lights! action! but also love as sweet presence. It can be yours, if you're open.
One must be open to receive.
I hope you find what you're looking for.... SexyMuse
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