Think of giraffes cumming all over each others' faces...

I thought I'd post the poem that was the inspiration for the blog title as well as a reading during our wedding. Good ol' Peggy Noir (that's a really smart nickname, Dave; especially for those of us who have an issue with the pronunciation of the word "peignoir") was crying but still did a very nice job, as I knew her textual studies ass would.

Now, I've never really been a poetry fanatic, but one night, right after B & I started getting kind of seriously serious about one another, which was pretty much as soon as we met, I got tipsy and discovered this jewel in my original copy of Our Bodies Ourselves, and left a voicemail reading of it for him. Then he thought I was really bitchin'.

Love Song of a Species

think of

long tall animals

making love

into themselves

breaking themselves

together

swallowing

each other's air

each other's songs

think of these

animals
not knowing

their species

their strangeness

think of them

trying to tell each other

all day long

with words

think then

of the most

natural

way of

saying

I love you

eyes
mouth

a place

there is a place

that has no thoughts

think of something

of a thing that cannot think

inside a place

that cannot contain thoughts

think of these things together not thinking

think of the most natural way to think of this

then unthink everything that follows from that

then sleep

a sleep

in which all dreams

and these words

are stolen from the dream

you are having

-- Cora Brooks

When we rehash this reading, B always says that he had forgotten how dirty this poem is, and goes onto parody it with lines like "Think of great hippoes fucking each other, ropes of jism ejaculating from their swollen members." And I think that's funny.