Richard M. Shuldiner is
an expatriate New Yorker and librarian who lives and works in southern
Vermont, USA. His poetry has appeared in several issues of The Ledge
and also in Clean
Sheets. The following poems are intended to be a series which explore
the relationship between a client/john/trick and the escort/compensated
companion/whore.
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Richard M. Shuldiner.
Third Season
of Love: To an Audience of Whores
wonderland
i still haven't settled from
your touch
nothing routine everything
absurd
the result of the resolute
unquieting
truth of shared deception
a drug that won't leave
me
i inhale deeply to remember
your cunt i bathed in briefly
on my skin i strode downtown
at once triumphant and pale
edging towards other women
getting too close they could
catch your scent and know
that i had been to wonderland
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© 2002 Richard M. Shuldiner. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
minor intimacies
its the minor intimacies
with you
i have the trouble with
the fear
the intolerable insecurities
the doubts that linger
should i call you on the
phone
should i hold your hand
when we walk
should i send you a card
a note a letter
would be finer richer than
an email
its the minor intimacies
with you
that other couples take
in stride
the ones that they begin
with
are they aliens to us to
our conventions
a look of the eye a hand
against the hair
we coupled we began where
they often end
its the minor intimacies
with you
i want to share
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© 2002 Richard M. Shuldiner. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
defying newton's law
i like that i always seem
to amaze you with the
intensity of my imaginings
my feelings
maybe i have spent too many
years stoned or with
lustless women but only
the former is true
just let me make this as
clear as i can: the time i
spent with you was for me
the closest i have been to
being someone else to feeling
what you are when you
are coming and humming those
sounds when i was in you
when i was going down on
you and you were bathing my
whole face with your sweet
cunt juices i felt in
paradise i felt connected
to you i felt we were the
same body the same soul
the same mind i could have
spoken for you you could
have thought for me and no
one would have noticed
i could have run with you
anywhere i really felt that
i thought that you felt
the same time was a mere formality
a blink of passion nothing
was false to me
i would have been and done
whatever you asked me to
just to hear that sound
you make after you come
it would have been pure
pure bliss as in paradise eden
heaven it would have been
molecular had my cock been
inside you to absorb those
wonder filled contractions
to have absorbed your power
as i came and had given it back
to you. defying newton's
laws that's what we must do
next time.
i am a fatalist in some things
we were meant to
be together i do not often
get the chance to be away
for so much time stay til
the sun rises sets and rises again
begin earlier cancel other
plans stand up other men
i am that thirsty for you.
i can stay only til sunday
will you do the same?
i am a fatalist in some things
when will i have
this chance again
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© 2002 Richard M. Shuldiner. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
latin ivy
what do i know of love after
last night
what was it called the thing
we did
you saw with your own eyes
be careful i do not know
you well
you still might want to
harm me
entwine me in a vine of
latin ivy
do not tell me what we shared
was simply an idea a mind
a muse
at play with common inspiration
i would have heard about
it
some one would have told
taken me aside and said
this is what the gods must
feel
when they embrace their
mates
or when they journey down
to earth
assume a woman's form and
feel
and slowly drift with languorous
lips
into an unsuspecting sleeping
soul
and whisper to his ear come
to me
come to me only with an
open mind
come to me only with an
open heart
gently at first you parted
my lips
with yours and touched my
tongue
and with your breath breathed
into me
not just the dawn not merely
life
but endless ecstasy
what was it called that thing
you did to me last night
like a nephilim you came
in ancient times reversed
you offered me a fruit like
eve
a simple strawberry i bit
in half
still vibrating from your
licks
the first ripe strawberry
rich red swollen fruit
i licked it with my tongue
i nuzzled it as if it were
your cunt
i sucked on it as if it
were your clit
are you ok are you in pain
insane
crazed with the smell and
taste of you
i would have fucked that
strawberry
and not have blinked an
eye
or thought twice about your
gaze
had you not breathed into
my ear
calm down calm down and
rest
be still for now cool off
a while
for i have just begun
i am a new god yet unnamed
and not used to mortal sweat
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© 2002 Richard M. Shuldiner. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
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