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[c=#BF6900]It comes from this erotic poem by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbour to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
--your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once
I touched you in the water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women
the grass cutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
Peeler's wife. Smell me.[/c]
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbour to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
--your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once
I touched you in the water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women
the grass cutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
Peeler's wife. Smell me.[/c]
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sms113 · 31-35, M
@Angelina: Lol.that's funny.
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[c=#7700B2]@Angelina: quelle jolie blague! :D[/c]
my name here? it's terribly showy but true...
it's a nod to my zodiac sign and personality, i am a Nubian Goddess(modern day black woman) who rather than marching to the beat of her own drum chooses to dance to it. i am a wild moon child(Cancerian) and the moon rests amongst the stars. i get a lil deep about things lol.
it's a nod to my zodiac sign and personality, i am a Nubian Goddess(modern day black woman) who rather than marching to the beat of her own drum chooses to dance to it. i am a wild moon child(Cancerian) and the moon rests amongst the stars. i get a lil deep about things lol.
@DancingStarGoddess: my real first name's meaning, so i've read or been told is "Who is like God"
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[c=#BF0080]@blueyellowpurplesticksnstones: Yay! May your life be full of joy![/c]
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OtuLight · 26-30, M
The good me.