Poetessa IV from CLEVELAND POET by Charles Cicirella
Tracklist
| 4. | Poetessa IV | 2:52 |
Lyrics
Poetessa IV
I desire the communication more than the cumming.
I long to lather you up with Softsoap and then rediscover you amid all the bubbles and good news.
I’ve gotten used to what I cannot have and will not be surprised when you leave because either the guilt has become too strong or the pressure to submit has become too much of a growling turn on to turn away from.
We were there where no one else often goes. Hanging out amid the tombstones and over turned bowling pins. I’ll never forget how you cautioned me about the geese poop and how I took such joy in watching you skinny dip in the cemetery pond.
I was not the first man to wow you with my words and slip, slide and away tempos and I’ll not be the last, but I still believe our connection cuts deeper because funny little men like me only come along every hundred years or so and when they do the sky is never the limit and social mores are just one more obstacle we must do away with like scurvy.
Come here I need for you to tell my fortune and scratch my back.
Come here because now that we’re on a first name basis I wish to watch as you pull words from the ether and improve the television reception by standing on your head.
Come here because it’s high time we got high from meeting in person and breaking all of the unbendable rules by losing ourselves in another Alan Watts moment of Buddhism as a form of psychotherapy and not as a religion.
I was at a loss for words in I believe it was 1976. I was just about seven years old and for about thirty seconds I couldn’t think of a thing to say with either my mouth or Sicilian hands.
When we met I found myself tongue tied and completely spent. It’s amazing how you continue to have that effect on me and that it doesn’t bother me in the least little bit.
Guilt is a human construct we best battle through if we ever wish to reach a higher plane of popular mechanics. A Robert Ryan film was playing on TCM as we helped each other to a climax I do not believe either one of us could have conceived was even possible before we met and our minds became in sync.
Charles Cicirella
7/11/15
