Sing this Sweetly to Me and I Will Kiss You

The Lady's-Maid's Song

When Adam found his rib was gone
He cursed and sighed and cried and swore
And looked with cold resentment on
The creature God had used it for.
All love's delights were quickly spent
And soon his sorrows multiplied:
He learned to blame his discontent
On something stolen from his side.

And so in every age we find
Each Jack, destroying every Joan,
Divides and conquers womankind
In vengeance for his missing bone.
By day he spins out quaint conceits
With gossip, flattery, and song,
But then at night, between the sheets,
He wrongs the girl to right the wrong.

Though shoulder, bosom, lip, and knee
Are praised in every kind of art,
Here is love's true anatomy:
His rib is gone; he'll have her heart.
So women bear the debt alone
And live eternally distressed,
For though we throw the dog his bone
He wants it back with interest

I enjoy this poem immensly. It bespeaks of the constant life struggle between the sexes. Who came from who? Who will be free of Whom first? Secret amonsity and a secret dependency...
I don’t agree with it all, of course. Men go crazy with out the ladies and as for the ladies, you should read the graphic novel “The Y”



Every thought, every drop of sweat, every curse word, and every seductive look is not about you. Keep that close to your hard heart.

And yes THAT is for you.

The Cold brings the Fire

I like myself more these days. I don’t really know why. It might of had something to do with the perfect weather , the fact that I finally cleaned my apartment obbsesively, threw a loud, orange party and made poeple feel welcomed, got attacked by big ugly geese yesterday while feeding them popcorn, am finally okay with my brothers rejection, got four new cd’s of very tastful music that i can sit and melt in, my futon feels like heavens sleep, am more clear about the future and how it doesn’t involve here any more but very, very far over there, am getting confused for the right reason, am by myself at work right now, and I am blessed with the sweetest sister. I am learning to notice more, feel more, encourage more.

The cold air brings the sting to breathing, it awakens my senses to what I am actually saying and doing. Most poeple retreat in the winter, but I think I am emerging. Emerging for clarity and seeking deeper meaning in everything. Trying to become less swayed by my emotion and more resolute in my beliefs. To act like another is death to the soul.

This is my New Year.

Too small