Jody's Notes
(October 26, 2012)
Innocent sensuality. Genuinely innocent sensuality. So innocent that even creepy readers (the ones who are always cracking dirty jokes; the ones who are keeping so much of the web busy with pornography), that even those readers have trouble reading the poem the way they want to read everything else. So they get puzzled--these kind of people. (If they happen to read this poem. By accident I mean. For why would someone like that read this poem deliberately?) Because they're suddenly experiencing something that they're forgotten how to experience.
Boy that's tough to do. All of the above, I mean.
I republished this poem in The Lust for Blueprints.
No flesh quite
caresses like the sea’s:
There are salt’s tiny teeth,
their smiles; the joy
of unfolding fists.
The nuzzling foam; a blue bath.
Amongst nesting bubbles
they do it again.
© 1998, 2001 Jody Azzouni