grounded

If you have been following my blog for awhile, you will know that I work full-time Monday through Friday and I work in an office. So my weekday clothes are not always as fun as weekend clothes. I got this dress at the salvation army awhile back, and as much as I like the color, I would much rather have it a little shorter. I also should have zipped up the jacket to show it off a little more. This was a quick picture taken by Kyle before he headed to school last night.

Today's poem is one of my new faves. I decided to take a risk and write about something I would not normally write about (sex), but the poem is really about writing. I am not sure if you guys are going to see it in there, but it is.
So to distract you (a little) from my sex poem, here is some interesting pictures taken by Kyle last night. 

Grounded     

I’m out of my element, over you
 rupture me, hard.
      Unethical playtime.

Tactile sensations in my hair
and yet my fingers are numb.
    But everything drops to the ground.
    Gravity has a hold on me, over you

And I’m grounded.
    Something bad happens in the odd numbered years.
    They pull off me, into piles.
They lay here waiting, and eventually crack.

    Cold waves down my neck, hot
sparklers behind my ears
     -closer-
 Soap and sweat.
Place it on me-taste it and
Spicy Thai food, crushed peanuts on my tongue defiantly.
        Closed in the dark, my favorite song sung in my mind.
        And a dark caramel comfort in my vision.
            Out of my realm
                  Dripping off my spine
                    Tickling variously
                        Strain, and
                            Until I-am not done.
 I move with the primary experiment, testing the exact of my environment, my experience and the fluid reality.
              I breathe, and over you, with you-still never finished.
I am grounded, but I stand on my toes.


Details:
Jacket-F21
Dress-Salvation army
Scarf-Target
Tank-Kmart
Boots-Sears

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