Wednesday, 11 September 2013
What’s The Fuss About?
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By Arlene Corwin
They love each other –
Yes, they do.
Perhaps more than I, you; and yet,
The sex drive has diminished.
Climaxes an effort.
Touted drive expounded
Western TV world around,
Do they miss it?
Not a bit.
They love each other;
Cuddle, touch;
They love each other very much.
Petting, playing - with
Erotic word and kiss sufficing
They don’t miss that pulse
That pounding thump,
That throbbing greatest of deceivers,
Hidden steerer not aware of
Goals and roads pretending to be real;
A blend of drive and tangilbility:
Status, goods and family:
Sex:
What’s the fuss about?
It’s possible to live without it
And be happy, love’s vitality
Enough.
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How very observant and cool.
I really feel it is the best of times, simple and real.
Great job of discernment.
Posted by: joanne zimmermann | Wednesday, 11 September 2013 at 09:27 AM
Thanks Joanne!
Posted by: arlene corwin | Friday, 13 September 2013 at 11:54 AM
Arlene - loved this - says it all- sorry to be late with comment - just catching up this week.
Posted by: Jeanette | Wednesday, 25 September 2013 at 12:15 AM
Oh my goodness, thank you for 'catching up'. You're much more efficient than I.
And thank you for loving it.
Posted by: arlene corwin | Wednesday, 25 September 2013 at 01:30 PM