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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Memory

I want to forget

that day when supported by your tan, muscled arms, you hovered over me, as sky over earth, and our eyes locked.

Sky reached down into earth. Earth reached up for sky.

We made love more holy than any immaculate conception.
Bodies taut and sweaty.
Hearts pounding.

It was noon and birds sang outside your apartment window.
Our cries mingled with their song.

I want to forget

how wildly we made love and how softly we held each other after.

I want to forget

how steady and rhythmic were the beats of our hearts, beating in time.

I want to forget how you caressed the curve of my cheeks; how I traced the fine arch of your eyebrows.

I want to forget how we lingered, not wanting to take our eyes away from each other’s face

But every day, when I hear our daughter’s voice, when I see our daughter’ face,
I cannot forget that day we made love, knowing it was she we were making.

13 Comments:

Blogger ffff said...

Oh Bird...
Pain and pleasure, regret and wonder, memory and sadness. Stuff of life. Stuff of learning and loving.
You broke my heart.

March 29, 2006 2:09 PM  
Blogger Bird said...

alison,
ah, of course you would understand this piece.

i haven't cried in a long time and your comment has made the tears fall. thank you.

March 29, 2006 8:26 PM  
Anonymous d'artagnan said...

You remind me that we are such inadequate vessels to contain the exquisite pain and pleasure that living is.

March 29, 2006 9:12 PM  
Blogger disguised said...

The tear tickles down my cheek. That is some damn beautiful pain you've written there, Bird.

March 29, 2006 10:29 PM  
Blogger Jack K. said...

Aah, the yin and yang of life. I was strangely delighted and also saddened by your remembrance. You have managed to discover and share the blessing of the moment, for they are in all moments. Your sadness can only be a reflection of the love of the moment, and the presence of your daughter in your life. How sweet can that be?

You are truly blessed and those of us who are priveleged to read your postings thank you for sharing in such a beautiful way. It is no wonder you have become an English professor.

May love and peace be with you.

March 30, 2006 6:37 AM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

I've tried and tried and I cannot become pregnant... what am I doing wrong?

this is indeed a lovely expression of your feelings... but do your kids read this blog? I'm just thinking of the old, "Mom, gross! TMI!!!" ;-)

I love how honest and direct you are on your posts... did that tête-à-tête with Aunt B really inspire you to get your lovin' on?

March 30, 2006 6:41 AM  
Blogger Bird said...

aw shucks, jack, thanks.

bogs - hahahah! goodness gracious no! my children read my blog? can you imagine (think of the erotica vs. porn post) - my kids and i are on a need-to-know basis and there are just some things they don't need to know (and there are things i don't need to know about their lives either). but imagine, when i drop dead - they'll have some surprises i suppose. actually, probably not, they know who i am even if they don't know all the details.

as for your other quesion - well, that's strictly confidential. ;)

March 30, 2006 6:59 AM  
Blogger Jack K. said...

You're welcome. It was easy to make that comment.

You did do a job on Aunt B.

You go, girl!!! lol

March 30, 2006 4:43 PM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

glad you remember. what was is beautiful regardless of the outcome. what is jack talking about with auntie belle? BTW the golden photo at the top of my post is a gee-tar boyed! thanks for visiting, know that you are in my thoughts lately.

/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

March 31, 2006 10:07 AM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

k9 - bird and Aunt B kind of got into it in comments on my abortion blog from earlier this week...

March 31, 2006 10:33 AM  
Blogger Daydreamer of Oz said...

Hi Bird,
That was beautiful. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I agree with you that our difference is political but that's never actually bothered me about people....If we all thought the same things the world would be pretty boring. Glad you liked the Buble' :)

Now I've got to go find this abortion post at Pete's lol

April 01, 2006 2:00 AM  
Blogger The Flabbergasted Heathen said...

I know what's it's like to want to forget those oh so joyous times...my heart goes out to you.

April 02, 2006 4:38 PM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

Endearing, Bird. Some day your daughter SHOULD read this moment of her conception.

April 04, 2006 9:05 PM  

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