| " . . . All the years gone from your age . .
." Jefferson Starship I am looking for the woman with whom I ate rats--raw rats-- because we did not know fire. I am looking for the woman whose frozen body taught me to tame fire. I am looking for the woman who taught me to cup my hand and drink clear water. I am looking for the woman who twisted leaves together and wove them around my waist. I am looking for the woman whose repeated grunts gave me my name. I am looking for the woman for whom I chipped edges on stones to hack the smoldering meat and bash trees into places the fire would not go out. I am looking for the woman who taught me many could warm themselves around one fire. I am looking for the woman who saw that trees do not wander except by the spreading of their seed; that woman who carried clear water to seeds she buried in the earth. I am looking for the woman who first pointed at her blood and then at the moon and with her finger drew a circle in the air. I am looking for the woman who shaped the clay of rivers into shells that carried more water than both our hands to the desert and from the sea. I am looking for the woman who kept our need less than our seed so we could plant again at the moon's full circle. I am looking for the woman in whose eyes I first saw the moon; in whose touch I first felt the washing waves of the sea; I am looking for the woman who extracts from my screaming heart all the words of my poetry. I am looking for the woman whose shadow leads my wandering feet among the stones and trees and seas; the woman rooted in earth with eyes that look down on stars; whose nipples are the vortices of moonbeams screaming toward the back of a warming sun; whose breasts nurse the ceaseless waves of the tides of her voice inside me that woos me back into the weave of her womb through all the seasons of my lingering bones and brains. I am looking for the woman who combs her hair with stars; whose heart gushes through the analogies I claw screaming from matter, time and cause onto bashed trees; whose heart gushes from the cold stone floor of the cave into the bony sea of my hot seed and beyond the last thin scream of our silence. Are you listening? Are you the woman I am looking for? Are you woman? Let your lips in silence answer me. |
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I am an emotionally available single man, 53 years old, 5' 11" tall about 195 pounds in search of a narrow waisted orgasmic woman to share perpetual mutually creative communication.
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