The Women I Know Part 2

BELLE
It infuriates her to be wrong when she knows she right.

ANNABEL
She has a nice ass. For a donkey.

SANDRA
Underneath her skinny exterior is an enormous lack of character.

ERICA
She had to choose between two evils and she chose both.

ROCHELLE
She found a special person she can annoy the rest of her life.

BATCH
Have you ever tried to carry an intelligent conversation with someone who gives you a sardonic smile or a blank stare after a simple question as if you were speaking in a foreign tongue. Or someone who tends to jump from one topic to another that one needs a road map to follow their trend of thought. I met one such girl who always seems to be always lost in thought. I’m pretty sure it’s because it’s unfamiliar territory to her

VENUS
When she couldn’t have it all, she took some of mine.

VIRGINIA
When I first met her, she was on oral contraception. She always said “NO!”

CHONA
She put up a dating service to make ends meet. Well, they did not meet.

JULIANA
Her irresistible desire is to be irresistibly desired.

PAMELA
Too much blood flowed into her breast and not enough into her brain.

The Women I Know

RONA: She’s the kind of woman you wouldn’t want to be related to except by sex.

KAREN: Some people fall short of perfection.Karen never does. She invariably does the perfectly wrong thing.

JENNIFER: She kept her eggs in one bastard. Poor friend.

LOURDES: How sweet it is to waltz through life with the right partner/s.

VILMA: She’s always afraid to be in bad company!
That’s why she’s never alone.

JEANNIE: She tried to learn nothing about a great many things and had succeeded fairly well.

J: I forgave God for the Big joke He made on me when He gave me you.

NANCY: Love is a submissive gaze of a captive who is blissful in her chains!

CORA: I had one of the best dates I have ever experienced in my life. But it wasn’t with her.

BABE: She always had two boyfriends at a time. One for rainy days, the other, in case it doesn’t rain.

BUBBLES: Every time she takes the wrong road, men goes right after her.

ANGELIE VERSION 2.0: She had an upgrade – a boob job.

PATRICIA: Today I was asked a question that eluded the great minds of men.

“What are you here for?”

I was glad to have answered with a forceful conviction apt and reserved only for men of learning.

I said ‘I do not know!’

ANGELICA: She says the most wonderful and profound things, which I do not understand at all.

Suki

Sometimes I wake up grumpy, but today I let her sleep. Here’s a Tangka I wrote for her:

Aijin beloved
blooming as the springtime leaves
your hair falls naked
round you waist, embrace me now
kiss me with your tender buds

My Dear Jane Letter

This was a letter I once wrote a girl who wanted more than I was willing to offer. I tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to offend her. So here goes.

“I had evaluated our friendship with boundless delight. If I were to accept your proposal for a steady relationship, it would be impossible for me to fall in love with someone else of lower standard. As it would be unthinkable that in the next thousand years, I shall find someone nearly equal to you, I am, to my regret, compelled to repudiate your divine affection as you might be better-off with someone more worthy of your enduring love and beg you to overlook my short-sightedness.” Whew!

She laid naked in my bed

She laid naked in my bed
but she was fully clothe with woe
under heavy woolen sheets
and even thicker shawl
she walks a mule’s burdened pace
and brays an even louder ass’s cry
and all my hidden longings fell
Emptying the sky of stars
Darkness filled her eyes
and tears fell like bricks from shattered walls
and all that I could see
as she laid soulless in my bed
an empty shell
with broken pieces
and all the crying crickets
and all the praying mantises
They just couldn’t bring her together again

The Love Song of Sextus Propertius

“She sang me a love song
with a juggle of her breast
And if she plays with me with her shirt off
we shall write another Iliad.”

She laid there – half, half naked, half, half asleep
My Ariandne, My Andromeda, My Apiolanus
Breathing tender silence
As I write her a love song
The words failed to flow
So, so and even so
I ran my fingers down her bare back
she gave a slight moan

This is not, no, not Prufrock, I guess,
No restless nights in some one night cheap hotels
No oyster dinner in half deserted restaurant
But the evening is etherized on the table

But still

I know those arms
I know them well
Braceleted, white and bare
The perfume from her skin fills the senses
of fond memories
and passionate nights
as darkness spreads across the sky

How do I begin?

I pulled the sheets off
Revealing more of her
examining her with endless idleness

I shall write her a love song

Her body so smooth and white
like the sable sky
Bejeweled with specks of stars
as she laid prone in her bed
of pale cream linen sheets
wrinkled in some areas
from the night before
and soft feather-down pillows
which laid beside her
partly concealing her full breast

I shall write her a love song
But where do I begin?

Do I dare?

Do I dare?

So I slipped silently beside her
and caressed her long flowing tresses
a gorgeous sinuous mane
unadorned with the myrrh of Orontes
that sparks an inner longing
a long hidden desire
kept secret from her

The walls in front of me
were pale white and blank
made paler by a pair of soft glowing lamps
which calmly sat beside her bed

A love song. A love song.
The echoes play upon each other in the twilight
seeking here and there a love song

Two big chairs guarded
their master as she sleeps
like some hound or beast
one of them held my trousers by its fangs
(I swear, with some evil intent)
the other tenderly held her thin silk dress from Cos
she slipped off last night

I stared at the ceiling
which held her radiant lustrous Halo
and prayed for some muse
or some kind hearted spirit or goddess

She roused, turned a little
and moved towards me

Her bosom pressed against my thigh
Stirring

Oh dear, I must write her a love song

I softly tapped, ever so faintly,
the pen on the pad I was holding
wary not to wake her
as my unquiet hand caressed her back

I shall write here a love song
as I gazed frozenly at her bare back
and even barer pad
like Argus on Io’s newly horned brow

Will there be time?
After the evening smog
rugs its elbows upon the window panes
Will there be time?
for one big decision
or a hundred other indecisions
Time for some divine inspiration
or some other revelation
Before the clanging of the bells
Before breakfast of coffee and toast
Will there be time?

She wakes
Smiled with Beckoning eyes

Shall I write her a love song?
Do i dare digress?

She turned!

I dropped my pen and pad
I guess
it’s yes!

I shall write her a love song
when this matter of a girl is exhausted

i like my body

I like my body

more and more and more

when it rubs next to yours

like a new-fangled thing

that hatched from some egg, larva or cocoon

a newly sculptured David

quite a new thing

better

I like it a lot when it does what it does

again and again and again

when you run your fingers down my spine and thighs

when you leave the kisses you kiss on my body

when you do the things you love to do

I like it a lot

I like my body when you wake up next to it

your hair spread across my chest

arms embraced around my neck

your head next to mine

I like my body when it feels what it feels

as it watches you sleep

like some unknown sensation

or some divine satisfaction

But i like my body best

when you leave me to rest

when you are far and done

I love my body best

for your scent that linger when you’re gone

Caveat

The flesh is shrouded with secrets

Goading, driving us to new passions

Dark, darker and darkening shadows

Co-mingling in a whirlpool with innocence

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