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blind date

by Dele Campbell 

Posted: 25 May 2006
Word Count: 85


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please don’t touch me
I’ll explode your
fingertip will spark
a sudden flash
that leaves a smoking heap of ash
the smouldering ruins of me

leave me to
this savage beauty of my madness, my despair
please don’t touch me there
fissures yawning wider
just underneath my hair
revealing cold debris of days
of rough nights on the couch
please don’t touch

else I’ll be frantic for the light
my resurrection
in the small bleak hours to scrub
away the stink of
You
don’t
touch







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Plagious at 19:15 on 08 June 2006  Report this post
Dele. In my very simple mind, I see this as an erotic writing, but yet beatifully composed.

I noted that there is another of your name whom deals with female circumcision, so could not immediately tell if this was a well crafted expression of pleasure, or fear of it?

To desire, but resist as desire would bring pain?

Whatever; a lovely piece. Look forward to reading more. Plagious

Dele Campbell at 23:16 on 08 June 2006  Report this post
Plagious!
Thank you for your comments.
This piece is a lament about the modern expectation of physical intimacy almost before there is intellectual intimacy, historical intimacy,mental intimacy and our sudden disgust at the prospect of one without any the others.
Erotic? I thought the opposite, in that the modern day expectation isn't erotic as such, but simply expected, then all parties are surprised that it isn't as much fun as it's supposed to be.
'to scrub away the stink of you', if she's already thinking to the morning with revulsion, then there's no way.
Blind dates often end this way.


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