Marie+Marek / walk with jesus and other desiderata
Marek Lugowski
walk with jesus and other desiderata
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she said, never date anyone
who doesn't walk with jesus
or who calls himself a christian
but doesn't really have the holy spirit.
to test a peach, press with your thumb
and the fruit should give.
the peach should be fragrant and colorful
if it ripened on the tree.
after climax, ejaculation, or "coming"
the penis should be withdrawn slowly
from the vagina.
the top of the condom (rim)
should be held firmly when withdrawing
to avoid spilling the semen.
the withdrawal should be done
as quickly as possible
after ejaculation so that
the penis is still somewhat erect.
at this time, keep the penis well clear
and away from the woman's body.
remember--never reuse a condom.
remember--wash the peach before eating.
remember--jesus is the lord.
Marie Coffin / Marek Lugowski
22 July 1992
Ames, Iowa / Cincinnati, Ohio
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http://www.enteract.com/~marek/
JBecker
I like it without the graphic detail of pulling out. You'll have to shoot me.
Still, 12 years? Man, Someone once flew to Maine from Florida
on a free FedEx transport plane, brand new boots on his feet,
first time to see snow, carrying potatoes in a backpack, to see who
was at the other end of rec.poems.
Was it once not art?
I will stumble through occasionally, even with love and kisses for j.r.
jb
Marek Lugowski wrote:
> walk with jesus and other desiderata
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>
> she said, never date anyone
> who doesn't walk with jesus
> or who calls himself a christian
> but doesn't really have the holy spirit.
>
> to test a peach, press with your thumb
> and the fruit should give.
> the peach should be fragrant and colorful
> if it ripened on the tree.
>
> remember--never reuse a condom.
Marek Lugowski
JBecker <jbe...@fhcrc.org_diediedie> wrote:
>Who hah. For colorful trees, solstice sticks in icy land, and peaches.
Thank you, J. For peaches, see below.
>I like it without the graphic detail of pulling out.
Bah. Snipping the hard axel from this routine...
>You'll have to shoot me.
Color -- black and white.
>Still, 12 years? Man, Someone once flew to Maine from Florida
>on a free FedEx transport plane, brand new boots on his feet,
>first time to see snow, carrying potatoes in a backpack, to see who
>was at the other end of rec.poems.
Potatoes to Maine: counterculture.
>Was it once not art?
>I will stumble through occasionally, even with love and kisses for j.r.
>jb
"Peaches on your her tongue"
-- Marek
Marek... I wish everybody could read it out loud to themselves,
though you and I both know, people will always read it silently...
Maybe as a pre-script you can add that the first time should be aloud,
listening for the tricks of sound and meaning... I noticed this
especially with the your/her and your/my combinations...
Dawn.
waterlove darkly and peaches on your her tongue
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i've been thinking of tides,
gentle tides, violent tides
making love as the tide
nibbles at the toes
something that i've never
thought about before.
white foam. white crest cream. white gauze.
me, in white gauze garments
on the sand, on the shore, swirling
like a tide.
water at your my feet.
feel the tide sucking you me in.
you are me, you are this woman
and the gauze is bobbing.
suddenly
the bottom
drops.
you feel she feels sinking
waves pull you her in
pull you her out
the rhythm of the pounding
of water
of sex
of sand-pounding
the gauze is bobbing.
horizons darken in a line drawn
across your her vision
two-dimensional until
granted depth,
given lines, drawn on the coldness
drawn on the blackness
drawn with mouthfuls of desire.
the gauze is bobbing,
threading its way between your her salty thighs
the texture nubs, rubs.
feel the horizon
feel the tide pulling
in -- out
finger the horizon.
suddenly
you feel she feels coral reefs
finger these with your her toes
you this woman fingering life with toes...
life's balance rests on tender
cautious, sharp edges worn to a smooth.
more crevices, more curves
more white wet gauze
molds salty moist thighs, breasts
-- don't know whether to blush
or sway your hips her hips.
and the shore is so far.
this woman in white gauze
she is you
and she and you cannot quite
decide whether to blush
or to move your sweet salty hips
her sweet salty hips
but it's
the winter solstice.
she looks up.
you look up.
to the horizon,
hands rubbing
white wet gauze into
your skin her skin, feeling
the texture, still
feeling feeling the rhythm.
lots of stars move, 15 arc-seconds per minute-minute
east to west, left to right, magellan to hawaii,
lots of water water wind and water.
would someone please
would
someone please
tell me a story
and kiss
and kiss
the small of my back.
from the shore saunters in the wafting
scent of peaches
the utter absence of life up there
anything anything...
and the taste of peaches on your her tongue
and the starlight
featherbright, feeblebright
and the dark dark wave lurks with the light light awesome.
suddenly
falling
while peaches
fill this
solstice
and the warm reef under her toes
under your toes
balances the warm and the steady
and she and you long
for warmth
more warmth than this reef, these rhythmic tides
do offer
for warmth and nectar
for the love
you know
she knows
yes, for the warm love
a love not
merely the pounding of tides, of moon waning, or peaches
for love not offered up there, cold, up above.
for love.
good night, dawn. good night, marek.
love, dawn. love, marek.
Dawn Tasaka / Marek Lugowski
18 &19 April, 1990
Evanston, IL / Lake Monroe, IN
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http://www.enteract.com/~marek/