She wonders how people get babies. Suddenly vague and distracted, we talk about "making love". She's six and unsatisfied, finds our limp answers unpersuasive. Embarrassed, we stiffen, and try again, this time exposing the stark naked words: penis, vagina, sperm, womb, and egg. She thinks we're pulling her leg. We decide that it's time to get passionate and insist. But she's angry, disgusted. Why do we always make fun of her? Why do we lie? We sigh, try cabbages, storks. She smiles. That's more like it. We talk on into the night, trying magic seeds, good fairies, God...
Today, I propose you to travel into me. Then, I wish you to travel alone. And, at the end… tell me your story.
[The ‘game’ is quite simple… i'm just catching (mine-your) imagination. I’ll catch an image and then I'll translate you, in words, what it makes me feel (or just the other way). But I wonder what you’ll be thinking of, when you see them? What you're feeling… because, after all, it is only my point of view, just words of mine. I wonder where you’ll be traveling with them and it would be perfect if you could bring something back into me. I wonder if you-we can?]
She wonders how people get babies.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly vague and distracted,
we talk about "making love".
She's six and unsatisfied, finds
our limp answers unpersuasive.
Embarrassed, we stiffen, and try again,
this time exposing the stark naked words:
penis, vagina, sperm, womb, and egg.
She thinks we're pulling her leg.
We decide that it's time
to get passionate and insist.
But she's angry, disgusted.
Why do we always make fun of her?
Why do we lie?
We sigh, try cabbages, storks.
She smiles. That's more like it.
We talk on into the night, trying
magic seeds, good fairies, God...
...*
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