February 25, 2004 10:06 PM
Tonight I had dinner alone by candlelight. I thought of the romantic dinners we had enjoyed together by candlelight… This morning I was driving back from the train station and heard this poem read aloud on the radio. I think it is beautiful.
”At last I can be with you! The grinding hours since I left your side! The labor of being fully human, working my opposable thumb, talking, and walking upright. Now I have unclasped unzipped, stepped out of. Husked, soft, a be-er only, I do nothing, but point my bare feet into your clean smoothness feel your quiet strength the whole length of my body. I close my eyes, hear myself moan, so grateful to be held this way.”
In Praise Of My Bed – Meredith Holmes