The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Thu 12/29/05)

[RetroLounge]

The first time I tasted you

The first time I tasted you I thought
strange: metallic, musty, with salt
and cinnamon, the sea
and the kitchen
safety and danger.

The second time I tasted you I thought
known: already known,
perhaps in an oasis of dream
in the desert of a hard night
the dry wind parching me.

I tasted the fruit of a tree
that promised not life
but love, the knowledge
of being known at last
down to my gnarly pit.

What we know and don't
of each other goes on
a voyage not infinite
but long enough, notching
years on our bones.

From your body I eat
and drink all I will ever
know of passionate love
from now till death
drains the chalice.

Marge Piercy

***********************************

She's so good I'll post another of hers today...

RL