Eye hear the waves
from across The Guzzle
where rising
My Husband resides.
Eye will not be pushed around
by Him
or anyone else.
My presence
is
remarkable.
Eye have seen Him New
in the subtle light
of Directness
with My Confrontation dissolved
He can be Mine Now
with features softened
He is handsome always
in Blue
like those Eyes Eye Love
Is This The Oldest Line In The Book?
There is nothing romantic
about The Sexual Power Play.
I am under His Control
and Eye don’t like it.
Eye am an egg
sitting here
and He is the forceful sperm.
I have no choice but to wait
for Him
and Eye don’t like it.
Who has put Me
in this vulnerable position?
God?
Today’s Summer
is The One Eye Choose
of Silver Robes
& Black Bathing Suits
tripping through the heated fog
of Our Hawk Beach
to South Side
where fighting lovers
meet with chaperons
to win back
the sultry longing
exuded by Their Latest
Expose
There was a time —
boy was it a time —
when I was sent
to the heights
of sexual gratification
in a Holiday Inn
in Moncton, New Brunswick
without the face of a man
What is the allure
of The Lime Green
Prom Dress?
Answer:
Add a carrot
& You’ve got
Flaming June
What is the significance
of the smell of a worn tee shirt
worn one night
by an estranged husband?
The smell of comfort?
No.
The smell of sex?
No.
The smell of age?
No.
The smell of possession?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Eye have a Doctor
in My Bed
and nice to Me
He is not —
He sleeps & sleeps
upon His Head
which I could grab —
is He Hot?
Oh Yes He Was Great —
The Great Man
that He Thinks He Is —
He Satisfied My Every Desire
and repeated himself
endlessly
Joanna Gilman Hyde 