We, like leathery seal-skin bowl boats, settle in
as if to rest from a well-spent drift of day
like skiffs, moored side by side, leaning
into each other, reaching, in the night
to dream a thousand, thousand green fish dreams
you pat me, not to waken, but as one would
the butt of a baby; like a ancient signal
before words and grope blindly, like deepest crevice
fishes, deep down where there is no light
and everything goes by feel
sudden shuffling, like sand on sand as tide goes out
a broken mooring allowing strange fitting together
sunken like heavy iron anchors being dropped
side by side so that silt, sliding between us
knots long unraveled, simply a token closeness
of corrosion’s best attempt at being close
it is enough like we curl against each other, naked,
bulkheads, hands on oars, no grip to them
and we are pushed together by undercurrents
that remember wild seas but prefer this calm
bay where the act of moving an arm tests space
and finds the skin it needed to remind us we are not alone
in this slow sinking into age
my body remembers turn and churn of engines
at full steam; as does yours. We trace that open area
and know landscape has changed
but there is that sudden clench and water meeting water
and languid seep, a wet welcome home,
brings ship to its personal dock at this harbor
where we are tied to each other by invisible lines
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A contest entry
- the language of intercourse and outercourse by Nicolette.
4500 points, ended June 1, 31 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I just loved the opening stanza, Carol – beautiful… it is as if one finds oneself in a boat – it allows the reader a kind of drifting feeling.
This poem speaks of a maturity of love and lovemaking in such an eloquent and moving way. I agree, your metaphors are excellent and I admire the way you’ve carried it through from beginning to end. I would have liked to see you use line breaks a bit more effectively, but that is just my personal preference. Other than that I think this is great poetry and it fits the contest theme perfectly. Excellent writing – just what I was hoping to see in this contest.
Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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I understand about the line breaks...but I was trying to be more compact...so many dislike lengthy discourse and it is often that I dis...dis...discourse on and on.
thank you so much for this honor...soem poems really have to sweat to be born...this one did.
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i can encapsulate every thought and feeling i have as regards this write in one word...beautiful.
your metaphors are fabulous.
thanks for entering
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ty, grm....as a poet I truly admire, I am grateful for your comments.
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I doubt you need a question mark on the end of slightly sensual, this is read and perfectly understood without mentioning the act it portrays. Stunning as usual. Love, C
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ah. it goes in a collection I am doing...later..when courage drops her veils and dances.... *smile*
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yes thoughts and imagery so well done, one senses the rough and tender progression and the flow of feelings and emotions so much like the boats, adrift and moored...wonderful work here...PK
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ah, exactly as I hoped for.
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Intercourse... Outercourse... you're Always
a steady force, as you slide and glide us along,
anchored to your ev'ry stroke of passionate penning...
"a wet welcome home,
brings ship to its personal dock at this harbor
where we are tied to each other by invisible lines"
Irresistibly Delicious, Scribe.
~ Nicky♥
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ah, and we know such moorings....
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What a wonderful poem, honey!
so unique in style, diction and imagery!
I love these lines...
'You pat me
not to waken
but as one would
the butt of a baby;
like an ancient signal before words
and grope blindly,
like deepest crevice fishes,
deep down where there is no light
and everything goes by feel'.....
The last stanza is brilliant....
'....water meeting water
and languid seep,
a wet welcome home,
brings ship to its personal dock at this harbor
where we are tied to each other by invisible lines'...
strangely enough it made me almost wet.....lol
Wonderful, sweetie!
Kisses all over!
Galaxy2
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ty, pen friend, for such an indepth comment on the poem. I know, but seldom have written such...but sometimes...it simply seeps out and makes itself a sacred knowing.
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There's such a maturity in this write; no wham-bam-
thankee-ma'am, here. But a sensuous expression of what true love/sex is. Excellent penning, hon.
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ty, Rowan....and from you, a great compliment.
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"We trace that open area
and know landscape has changed
but there is that sudden clench and water meeting water
and languid seep, a wet welcome home,
brings ship to its personal dock at this harbor
where we are tied to each other by invisible lines"
"SLIGHTLY Sensual?"?!? 
You gotta be kiddin' me, my dear Friend. This is an impeccable penning, laden with such incredible metaphors & exquisite use of language. You stun me, Sweetie. Good luck in Nic's contest. Sheesh. 
Wanda
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Weren't we stunned already? methinks we were and are merely rising to mention it.
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Beautiful...and takes me for a ride on sensual waters to float in a sea of fervor...you never cease to amaze me...
no matter the subject or the thought...words words words with imagery spill, from your heart
I feel like salmon, swimming upstream
mal
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Oh, ty, Malabu. You are so kidn with your comments...it is like a feeding frenzy here betimes, and yet...some of us simply stroke our way upstream.
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