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The Discovery Of Sex by Debra Spencer | Poems Rethabile Likes The Discovery Of Sex by Debra Spencer We try to be discreet standing in the dark hallway by the front door. He gets his hands up inside the front of my shirt and I put mine down inside the back of his jeans. We are crazy for skin, each other's skin, warm silky skin. Our tongues are in each other's mouths, where they belong, home at last. At first we hope my mother won't see us, but later we don't care, we forget her. Suddenly she makes a noise like a game show alarm and says Hey! Stop that! and we put our hands out where she can see them. Our m...

The Bagel by David Ignatow | Poems Rethabile Likes The Bagel by David Ignatow I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled, with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled over and rolling down the street head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with myself. Poet: @DavidIgnatow Online: @lfwriting Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

Wristwatch by Ron Padgett | Poems Rethabile Likes Wristwatch by Ron Padgett I've just written six or seven short poems in about half an hour, in a cabin on a pond with raindrops. Maybe I should just sit here for a while, let some time pass so my wife will think I've been working hard. See that? Some time just went past but so quietly you might have missed it. Then it morphed into the sky. Look, another one! It came out of my wristwatch and slipped away. P...