A long and lovely poem about how I often feel |
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TulsaI’d like to know you naked,so I could better understand you dressed Clothes get between us, hiding what’s behind your eyes and mine I ask you where you’re from, you say Tulsa, what’s in that? Tulsa’s oil wells and money to me, Growing-up and broken-hearts to you How could I understand, and so we have a drink, never finding us I’d like to take you home, slowly take off all your clothes and Tulsa The blouse is too expensive, your jeans too plain, your underwear all silk They hide from me the one who cries at sappy songs and loves old dogs Take off my shirt and jeans, but slowly, they’re not made as well as I They speak of other times, other places, nothing of the man that’s me I’ll hold you close, we’ll make love, take the long way, twice ‘round the park, to drift asleep, tangled arms and legs, listening to our rhythms rise and fall Sounded out in quiet breaths, gentle murmurs, touching, always touching When we wake, I’ll know the perfume of your smells and tastes and you’ll know mine Cautions gone, the gentleness behind our eyes, a gift we’ve given, each to each So, I’d like to know you naked Then I’ll understand your clothes and Tulsa We’ll have fallen through each other’s eyes I’ll see your world as you’ll see mine, conceiving how this girl became a woman, how this boy became a man The road-map of our undressed selves, spread across the sheets and studied The lines from here to Tulsa and beyond, a myriad of known routes to share |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
