Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: sexuality

The Dr’s Dream Girl

He loved me ill

He loved me sick

He took My Hand

I took His Dick

It was Dr Blair

Who made Me Come

Oh that Hunter!

What a Bum

Final Fuck

He slammed The Book

on me

in the twilight of His Room

lit by one tranquillity candle

in blue-scented quiet

His Slam rang out

right next to me

I Am

I Am

My Own Bed Partner:

Me, My Self & Eye

Shall I have a Menage a Trois

after marrying twice?

First for Mother & Children

Second for Sex & Money

I Am

Single now with a refrain

“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”

 

*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969

Behind The Scenes

Eye have been to bed

with My Dark Haired

sex kitten

who hides in Her Covers

comfortable, finally

showing me Her Clothes

sewed bye Her Careful Grandmother:

prom dresses in satin,

day dresses in pink knobbly knit

and her mother’s fall gown

of poppy floral design

photographed for a first wedding

to the first husband — father

of my hide-away friend

who has never been

a bride

Star Bathing

Eye lie in our yellow light,

honest

on a couch of neutral delight

warm

in the fall of my meandering

through single-dom & persuasion

failed —

my marriage is not

salvageable —

may Eye rest

now

 

Art Opening

For The Shag Harbour Incident’s

51st Anniversary

I wore My New

Royal Blue Jumpsuit

bra less —

Eye pulled It off

“The World Is My Oyster”

and Eye am The Grit —

the contaminant, the irritant

and layer by layer

Eye will come out

Gleaming

PERSEVERANCE

Eye make My Bed

upon rising

Eye make My Art

upon the morning dark

dancing to the music

of black frustration

 

Dr Legend

My Captive of nineteen years ago

stood bedraggled

in the night time doorway

of His dank examining room

with Arms of Dishonour

extended

Morning Tea With Cream

Eye wear regal fakery

on My Left Ring Finger —

solid gold

on My Right.

The World will be told

why

some time soon

if the parties involved

feel like it