The Shower/Charles Bukowski
we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.
וְאִמִּי מִן הַזְּמַנִּים/ יְהוּדָה עַמִּיחַי
וְאִמִּי מִן הַזְּמַנִּים שֶׁבָּהֶם צִיְּרוּ
פֵּרוֹת נִפְלָאִים בִּקְעָרוֹת כֶּסֶף וְהִסְתַּפְּקוּ בְּכָךְ,
וּבְנֵי אָדָם הָלְכוּ בְּדַרְכִּי חַיֵּיהֶם,
כְּמוֹ אֳנִיּוֹת, עִם הָרוּחַ אוֹ נֶגְדּוֹ,
נֶאֱמָנִים לנתיבם.
אֲנִי שׁוֹאֵל אֵת עַצְמִי מָה טוֹב יוֹתֵר:
אָדָם מֵת זָקָן אוֹ אָדָם מֵת צָעִיר?
כְּאִלּוּ שָׁאַלְתִּי, מָה קַל יוֹתֵר
קִילוֹ נוֹצוֹת אוֹ קִילוֹ בַּרְזֶל.
אֲנִי רוֹצֶה נוֹצוֹת, נוֹצוֹת, נוֹצוֹת.
Nothing is as whole as a heart that has been broke, all time is made up of healing of the world.
Return to your ships, which are your broken bodies, return to your ships, which will be rebuild.
("Kaddish", Chapter 14, by Lawerence Siegel)
