Enga mellom fjella

Butts about it

Butts about it

Butt in bed
he slept
not in the arms of Morpheus
but in mine.

His warmth
close against my muscle
healing aches from lonesome times
not just in dreams

but in bed
swept up together
thoughts wrapped around each other
his legs clasped around a pillow
his butt by mine.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.457] 2008-01-08

A friend was jealous that I wrote a poem mentioning someone's butt, but didn't write one about his ... so I did! Emailed it too.

ME:

Went to meeting yesterday ... boring. No time for public comment. More like an information presentation from academics and service providers to others of their ilk. No time to grill them with difficult questions. And there is a need for a public grilling.

I slept okay last night. I am sensitive to unnatural light when I try to sleep. (Doc Lori was not surprized by this possibility when I mentioned it yesterday.) May be why I'm having problems sleeping in my room. Too much street-light. There is less in the living room on the sofa (which is uncomfortable). I'd sleep in the attic if it were heated; however, I might try as my feather blanket is wonderful.

Of course, one non-light factor is nightmares, another caffeine, and certainly: eating late.

Finished Spanish Dagger. Started Blu's Hanging by Lois-Ann Yamanaka. Yamanaka writes in Hawai'ian dialect. Her images and use of language are fresh. I hope to give examples soon, but it will need to be rated GC as one must be mature in many ways to handle the issues and images of children growing up in a place that the PC PG Brady Bunch never knew about. So far (page 44) it is utterly amazing writing.

Kansas: 42º, sunny

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