Mrs Protheroe

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  1. ROBERT DAVIDSON

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    MRS PROTHEROE

    The Night Your Landlady Came To Your Room

    by Robert Davidson

    A loose gown in which her flesh swam free
    Fascinated
    Your eyes resting diffidently, the full white breasts
    The shadowed cleft
    Your mind searching the unknown
    Hesitated, resisted
    Locked within the closed circle of yourself.

    Broken into tears
    She moaned your name against your mouth
    Said her old man had deserted the year before. You saw
    Silver tears sliding down the sad moonlit face.

    She said you were too withdrawn within yourself =
    You kept to your room, too much alone, she said. And so lost
    Lying on your bed, reading Schopenhauer late at night
    You were reading everything yet could believe in nothing, you said.

    She clinging to you with her mouth
    Arousing. Inflaming flesh. You losing the will to resist
    You would solve the mystery of yourself, you thought
    As your bodies took the shapes of passion
    You would come out of yourself in this long waited moment.

    She searching your boy's body for the lost images of youth
    The skin stretching transparently on your ribs
    She making a moaning, loving sound
    While taking the taste of you with her tongue -
    And you holding tightly the muscles of her plump white thighs
    As interlocked her body became as one with yours.

    When you opened your eyes
    Your room. your books still preserved their apparent shapes
    Despite long shadows in pools of early morning light
    She was as a rock to which we cling, you thought
    She was the rock of love
    On which we all have founded, you further thought.

    And as you wandered deeper into yourself, no longer lost
    You felt you'd slithered down a solid slope. sensible
    Of a dream-time womb in smooth transparent skin
    While she lay prone and spent on you -
    And for a moment you felt as wise as God.

    Love? - an equation for two bodies -
    Or the subtler colloquy of disparate souls
     
  2. Corvuspirit

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    "You would solve the mystery of yourself, you thought
    As your bodies took the shapes of passion
    You would come out of yourself in this long waited moment."

    great write...this being the bridge for me from first half to second half...very nice
     
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