#tickling
Sometimes you just gotta laugh the situations Life puts you in
Standing there stuck in the train, jammed in with all the others
'Cos the previous train had been cancelled
And now the crowd was too big to get a seat sitting down
I'm pushed up behind the back of this young girl's head
She has a pigtail or what was formerly a pigtail
It's been cut rather abruptly, truncated prematurely and then tied off
So that what's left of it now sticks out directly from the back of her head
And it's stuck right into my nose,
And of course, she's speaking to someone in front of her
And she's nodding her head up and down as if acknowledging
her friend's words
And sometimes she shakes her head the other way
As if acknowledging her friend's negative feelings as well
So she's going Yes...yes....yes! up and down
And No...no...no! the other way
And my poor nose is being mercilessly swished up and down, back and forth, all over the place
It feels like a shoe being shined or a car in a car wash
And it's tickling me something terrible
And I'm there desperately wiggling my nose
Trying to avert an itch or a sneeze coming on
And secretly hoping no one is watching this
Because I think I'd look real foolish if they are,
And I'm also thinking to myself "I know I could do with a bit more human contact/ intimacy in my life
But this... this is ridiculous,
And then I start thinking of this Site and all the lovely tender intimate poems I've read
Those lovely hugs and kisses, sweet cuddles and caresses
Those warm embraces and even warmer entanglements
And I'm thinking " Well that's just typical isn't it, others get all those lovely things
While I get something... something weird like this.
But then y'know after the first feelings of awkwardness and discomfort have worn off I start thinking
"But it is rather funny though" and then "actually it's probably the highlight of my day"
Gradually I find myself warming to this little pigtail
She's blonde (another blonde) like some lovely Swedish thing
With my nose buried in her, I get her scent, her sweet perfume
I breathe her in deeply
Then I find myself getting a little aroused
And I find myself almost talking to her, giving her a personality
"You mischevious little Pixie, you flirtatious little Trixie
You like to see me suffer don't you, the way you hit me back and forth
Baby you're so vile, but hey! I like your smile
Come on! Hit me again harder!
I'll never submit to you, you'll never rule me"
I could almost see her, some cold ice Lady wrapped in furs brandishing her whip
But then suddenly it's like I hear this...this little reply coming back at me
I think I'm starting to hallucinate
It says "Feel my scent, it's heaven sent. Here let me warm you up a little"
As again I feel the whoosh of her whip
"You ***** you ***** I say defiant
"Hey there Serious Boy" she says, "afraid to be seen talking with me.
O! what'll they think, what'll they say Oooo Whooo!
Who cares, who gives a **** what they think
It's just me and you here now, just the two of us
What about it Serious Boy, what do you say
Won't you come out and play, come out and dance with me
O! you're so buttoned up
Come out and laugh and be silly with me
O! drench me in lovely laughter and wonderful silliness
Big man in Poet land
Wanna hear some of my poetry
" The secret of the sun
It's written on my ***
Wanna see my secret Hun'?"
"That's bad poetry" I say
Ignoring me she continues
"Through my eyes the door to adventure lies
Hey Boy! Let it swing, don't hold it in
Just let it dangle, dangle like an obtuse triangle"
I had to smile, "I like it Baby, your poetry, it really... really speaks to me"
And then she looks deep into my eyes
"I bet your magic wand, it's like James Bond"
She has me smiling and laughing to myself, she's so...so too much
And I'm totally lost in this, our magical converse
But then suddenly...suddenly the world, it interrupts, our train it stops,
Some people get off, then she reaches down to get her bag
She starts to leave, to move toward the door
"But you can't go, we were just getting acquainted, we were just getting to know one another"
And it's like she gives me this one last wistful smile
And then she's gone, heading off down the platform
I was gonna go after her, follow her out onto the street
But I knew her owner, she'd probably soon start to twig
She'd turn and accost me "You're following me, aren't you, why are you following me ?"
And I'd say "I'm not following you, I...I'm following Her behind you. Back, back in the train we...we"
Then she'd start to scream "Stalker! ****** and then I'd be grabbed, set upon
The police would be called and I'd be hauled off, dragged before some Court
Some Judge, he'd be looking down at me sternly, "What do you have to say for yourself ? How do you plead ?"
And all I'd be able to say would be "Lack of fun, your Honour, lack of silliness, lack of... warmth in my life
My seriousness and indecision, their slowly killing me, like a tight gripping ivy
Their strangling all the joy out of my life
How do I plead ? Loneliness, I guess, loneliness in the first degree".
And y'know I still look for her in crowds and in trains, my little blonde Miss Pigtail, I'd know her anywhere.
And I still remember that day we had together and all the fun we had on the train.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
**** Making Love
Out of VUI and GUI
Will Be Like Tickling You
Day And Night
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
कहिलेकाही
शान्त आत्मालाई
हसाउन
काउकुती लगाउन
जरुरी छ
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
There you are,
I can barely see you
Lost in the fog
On the other side of the platform.
How did we miss the connection?
Why are you standing over there?
You are so far away from me.
You ran away quickly
I watched in slow motion
As you darted behind my rainbow
To your familiar darkness.
Radiating my light
Turned you to dark stone
A mere statue that stood frozen
In the halls of my memory.
Could barely grasp your ticklish flesh
As you disappeared into smoke
**** mirages
A private oasis for you alone.
I could not reach you
As the smoke took you to safety
From my colorful world
My rainbow connection.
For just a moment
I felt the smile of friendship
Your numbness wiped the smile away
Put us to sleep in an instant.
Two ships
Choppy waves
Tickling caresses
Laughter for you
Tears for me.
We passed each other in the night
On the internet highway
On the end of a phone line
On the other side of a table
On a spinning carousel of anxious feathers.
The pain is so familiar
Like an airport farewell
A wave from the train station
The hello turned goodbye.
So, tell me again,
How did we miss the connection?
Where do feelings go
When the train speeds away?
Copyright 2018 Stacey Handler
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
I can feel it coming on once again
The little tickle inside of me
The child that needs to come out and play
The devilish grin permeating my face.
Once it begins
It seems to never end
The expression of my silly side
My quirky side unleashed.
My giggles are colorful marbles
Falling down an echoing staircase
Earshot spectators get quite a show
Pulled into the vortex of my laughter.
I know it must end
The nonstop hysteria
The cleansing of my body and mind
The cure for what ails me.
There is no anguish
As the laughter cascades from within my being
The pit of my stomach
The confines of my throat.
It feels like therapy
Letting it all out,
I feel the rush of life in my veins
As I laugh away all the soot in my soul.
Copyright 2015 Stacey Handler
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
The mere wiggle of my fingers
The stroke of a feather
And it all begins.
First there’s the tickling
Then there’s the tears
the ship leaving my emotional ocean
you leaving me empty,
feather still in my hand.
Connection of joy
Laughter, squirming flesh
Togetherness briefly
Pain wickedly lingering.
Tickling stains the moment
Tears stain my cheeks
Your exiting footsteps quickening their pace
My heart slowly sinking.
As the tickling ends
Your coldness begins
A faucet abruptly turned off
A story with pages torn out.
Echoing laughter remains,
I wipe away my tear stains
As you vanish into the dust.
2018 Stacey Handler
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
You say you’ll give me everything
But all I get from you
Is a lot of promises
And kitchy kitchy koo.
You said I’d get a diamond ring
Before the week was through.
Then you said you lost your job
And wanted kitchy koo.
The washing machine
No longer works
And neither do you.
I wish I was exaggerating,
But every word is true.
All I get to look forward to
Is kitchy Kitchy Koo.
Kitchy kitchy koo
When it all begins.
It’s a lot of fun till when
All the kitchy koo ends
You best start out as friends.
Our love life is super hot
But there are other things to do.
Life involves so much more
Than kitchy kitchy koo.
Groceries and cleaning matter
Though not that much to you.
It’s too bad you don’t get paid
For kitchy kitchy koo.
I never thought I would complain
About making love with you.
It isn’t that part that bothers me
So, let me drop the other shoe.
There are seven days every week
And things we adults must do.
And only a tiny percent of that
Involves kitchy kitchy koo.
Kitchy kitchy koo
It’s a catchy rhyme
Just have fun all the time.
When the kitchy koo ends
We may just part as friends.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC