When I was a girl, I thought that I would love a good man with all my heart and soul, marry him, and then experience physical love as an expression of our union, that was my intent. Life thought otherwise, so I made do as best I could which is a story for another day, perhaps. Along the way, I wrote the following three poems.
How I do love thee . . . Man.
The way you move steadily, confident male mass, then suddenly with great rapidity, explosive, an impressive shock delight.
Turning my body with your body through the night, hip to hip, one side to the other, our breath above the bed, breathing the Sex.
At dawn, when your knowing eyes finally look into my eyes, I give over to you again, as any woman would.
Four Seasons of Sex
(Doggerel — crudely or irregularly fashioned verse, often of a humorous or burlesque nature.)
We sprang for it.
We summered in it.
We have fallen from it.
Now I winter in discontent.
Love out of Season
(Haiku — A Japanese-style lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.)
We loved in the Spring
Summer-ed, then fell into our
Caption: Discreet screen capture of the most magnetic man I ever met (in passing)
by Annmarie Throckmorton, 2000.