by Diana J Legun
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Separate rooms with closing doors
Where human privacy lives its need
To be alone, unwatched, unjudged.
We let our stomachs out and
Pass wind happily.
We stretch out some facial contortions in yawns
And open-faced weeping and orgasms.
We sing stupid little out-of-tune
Jingles that roast someone
With whom we are angry.
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|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Laughing, partners of some sort obviously feeling rather pissy towards one another. So they seek their own solitude expressing what makes them happy for the moment. And anyone who has had a partner and are true to themselves and not afraid to admit they have done this! Cheers
Thanks this was awesome
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Diana, This is a real gem. Sorry that I hadn't noticed it before.
This is exactly what I was speaking about in my message. I'm sure that some of your others have gone largely un-noticed because they were replaced in the "New Poetry" area before anyone had a chance to see them.
Good stuff, Dick