"fossa" poems
WELL, KISS MY POPLITEAL FOSSA!
I remember the golden
tassels of my dress
touching the back
of my knees
as I was kissed
for the very first
time bent over
in a clinch
as if we were
statuary.
The tassels' touch
exquisite in itself.
Much more sensual
than the actual kiss as
I wondered( his tongue
dancing with my tonsils)if:
there was a name for that
sort of thing
( the back of the knees
I mean ).
"Ok Freddie!" I commanded
seeing as I seemed
to be in command here.
"...that's quite enough of that!"
Shattered he
reluctantly
took his tongue
out of my cheek.
"Cheeky ****** I thought
"should never have let him go
...that far!"
Crestfallen he
stammered a sorry.
"You won't tell my mother
...will you?"
Hid his ********
with his topper.
I went in at once
and asked of father
"Is there a name
for the back of the knees?"
"Of course there is my love!
It's your popliteal fossa!"
I tingled
to my toes
having discovered my first
erogenous zone
and knowing
that one day
I would become
a doctor.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
sombra dissolve
n'alma
a loucura introjeta
inteja, disseca
o agridoce halogênico
desce pelo caminho errado
(empurra)
deflora a garganta
que guarda a fossa
angústia de ser
de ver
e sentir
e pensar...
alucina. abandona.
não mais quer.
estanca a sanidade
que nunca tive
nem nunca terei
nem teria se, e se
ta cra ya
arco so iris
pi na cu so lo?
não
qual é a diferença?
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
When you snap a dry twig
you'll find a star inside.
White within beige in brown bark.
No, really. Have you ever looked?
Helicopter seeds have waxed, peel-able layers.
Dandelions have bumps, fossa, tails.
Pick them. Find the white sap oozing out.
Did you ever roll a bug?
Did you ever see another's fluorescent glow?
Remove an acorn hat next fall.
Remember that creamy, perfect nugget and roll
it over in your fingers. Pretend you're a squirrel.
Examine butterfly dust under the microscope
of your spring season soul.
Fold a thick line of crab grass between two thumbs.
Listen to your music, composer.
Where do ants get their perfectly identical pebbles?
Stacked so professionally into tiny, ***** domes.
Have you ever looked?
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
La bufera che sgronda sulle foglie
dure della magnolia i lunghi tuoni
marzolini e la grandine,
(i suoni di cristallo nel tuo nido
notturno ti sorprendono, dell'oro
che s'è spento sui mogani, sul taglio
dei libri rilegati, brucia ancora
una grana di zucchero nel guscio
delle tue palpebre)
il lampo che candisce
alberi e muro e li sorprende in quella
eternità d'istante - marmo manna
e distruzione - ch'entro te scolpita
porti per tua condanna e che ti lega
più che l'amore a me, strana sorella, -
e poi lo schianto rude, i sistri, il fremere
dei tamburelli sulla fossa fuia,
lo scalpicciare del fandango, e sopra
qualche gesto che annaspa...
Come quando
ti rivolgesti e con la mano, sgombra
la fronte dalla nube dei capelli,
mi salutasti - per entrar nel buio.
782
'A vita è bella, sì, è stato un dono,
un dono che ti ha fatto la natura.
Ma quanno po' sta vita è 'na sciagura,
vuie mm' 'o chiammate dono chisto ccà ?
E nun parlo pè me ca, stuorto o muorto,
riesco a mm'abbuscà 'na mille lire.
Tengo 'a salute e, non faccio per dire,
songo uno 'e chille ca se fire 'e fà.
Ma quante n'aggio visto 'e disgraziate :
cecate, ciunche, scieme, sordomute.
Gente ca nun ha visto e maie avuto
'nu poco 'e bbene 'a chesta umanità.
Guerre, miseria, famma, malatie,
crestiane addeventate pelle e ossa,
e tanta gioventù c' 'o culo 'a fossa.
Chisto nun è 'nu dono, è 'nfamità..
574
WELL, KISS MY POPLITEAL FOSSA!
I remember the golden
tassels of my dress
touching the back
of my knees
as I was kissed
for the very first
time bent over
in a clinch as if
we were statuary
the tassels' touch
exquisite in itself
much more sensual
than the actual kiss was
I wondered( his tongue
dancing with my tonsils)if:
there was a name for that
sort of thing
(the back of the knees I mean)
"Ok Freddie!" I commanded
seeing as I seemed
to be in command here
"...that's quite enough of that!"
shattered he reluctantly
took his tongue out of my cheek
"Cheeky ****** I thought
"should never have let him go
...that far!"
crestfallen he
stammered
a sorry
"You won't tell my mother
...will you?"
hid his ******** with his topper
I went in at once
and asked of father
"Is there a name
for the back of the knees?"
"Of course there is my love!
It's your popliteal fossa!"
I tingled to my toes
having discovered my first
erogenous zone
and knowing
that one day
I would become a doctor
***
Just as the inside of your elbow...the crook of your elbow ...the elbow pit is..is called the "antecubital fossa".
And that cute little bit just under your nose and above your lip is called...the philtrum.
The suprasternal notch (fossa jugularis sternalis), also known as the jugular notch, is another part of human anatomy that is known as an erogenous zone but remains nameless. It is that large, visible dip at the base of the throat.
And that bony part of your elbow is an olecranon which I should know as I broke mine very badly. I was known as "the elbow" and doctors would almost drool over how bad it was and forget their professionalism and go "Shitttttttttt!"
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 3:07 PM UTC