Bio Note: Born and raised in Coney Island, I'm a Coney Island patriot. And a squash racquets fanatic. My headstone is to read, "One More Game?" I am the author of Collected Poems 1954-2004 (Schocken Books 2004) and Usable Truths: Aphorisms & Observations (Waywiser Press 2019).
Strange to be remembering how —was it twenty-odd years ago?— you drew back from one of our kisses, your head turning half away so that I saw in our bedroom’s half-light your lovely profile and eye staring out toward and into a passing thought. Then all of half your smile was for me, and you put your mouth to mine again with overwhelmed gentleness. We both were overwhelmed and pulled under. Strange suddenly to remember this after so many, many kisses, after such years of rupturing. Caught in our archaic caresses (you know, that same old, old thing): a space of five seconds of fresh time, when nothing was happening and nothing was happening yet. And I now its voluptuary.
©2021 Irving Feldman
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