Memories of that cold hotel room
steam rising in hands uncoupling
tears to the mutual surprise of two adventurers
blind-sided then caught by Cupid's errant arrow
which scratched our thighs--bruised both bellies
to try celibacy--I wouldn't choose to lie down for
before I knew you, knowing me, open--wounded wet
from your mouth's tasting my salt's sweetest sweat
for sustenance during your long hard trip home alone.
Abstinence satisfies me more than indulgence ever did.
Your honey remembered cannot be replaced
with milk-chocolate duds or coated almonds.
I solicit no offers--make none in kind
for any mere sugar-coated quick high.
Celibacy's not a bleached desert
as imagined: bare-boned hot-dry;
ready, I save myself, just in case
you're driven to want to come by.
You kiss me everywhere--in absentia.
We simmer like fine stock on a stove.
by Jeanne Khan
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Jeanne Khan, audit agency executive, decided to learn to write by
writing. She moved from Boston to LA area in 1982, and then
married David La Plant, the subject of her first published poem,
"Suspenders," in EbbTide Spring 1996, which
embarrassed him a tad, but provoked interest in her writings.
Feminist, atheist, humanist and cat rescuer, she holds literacy and human
rights among other causes both support.as they live and laugh lots together.
Her views are evidenced in many of her works, some on the home page
and others at sites mentioned therein.
She raised two children alone on her salary before marrying David who was
raising his son alone. Her several summas include one earned at Northeastern
University before she left the New England area. Hundreds of her poems
may be found by a search on dejanews.com
on rec.arts.poems newsgroup.
This is her second outing on Moondance--the first was Disorganized Resistance
to Temptation. The reaction to this filled her mailbox because readers
responded to its premise as familiar and funny. These take another tack,
enjoy!
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