Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Small And Fine

Small and fine
we grind the days.
The best, the worst of everything
all fodder for a deepening
love, true and persistent.

And when darkness brings its gentle weight
(creaking these old mattress springs),
mouth to mouth and thigh to thigh
small and fine
we grind the night.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

19 comments:

Timoteo said...

OOH...SEXY!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

wonderful connection of words and connotations.

excuse me have go and take a 'cold' shower

gracias

Sylvia K said...

I love it!! And the comments above say it all!! You've made my day, MZ!! The neighbors walking past my apartment are looking through my window with raised eyebrows!!

angieinspired said...

small and fine, we grind, we grind. fine grind

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah.. that is so beautifully expressed.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"we grind....the best, the worst of everything....." How wonderfully expressed.

brudberg said...

I think you make me wish for night... :-)

Fireblossom said...

This is so cool, how you came up with the perfect phrase to work from and express the different meanings. It's gentle and lovely.

ayala said...

Lovely and cool !

Outlawyer said...

This is lovely, MZ. k.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

The only way to get the love one deserves, is to earn it, day by grinding day. Sublime, mz.

rhymeswithbug.com said...

ooo, la, la 😉

Ella said...

A lot of work over here~!
Love this one~

Sioux said...

Sweet and sexy simultaneously.

Susie Clevenger said...

Sensual, beautiful

blueoran said...

I think it was Jack Gilbert who said a marriage was the million small moments we can't remember -- that which we end up praising or grieving or both. Those filaments sum here so beautifully, MZ.

Mary said...

This poem touches me. Yes, we do grind the night....we all have to do this eventually, like it or not.

hedgewitch said...

I have to admit I thought immediately of the Bible verse about the mills of god, but I like these mills much much better. As always, your writing doesn't say, it shows, and we are there in the moment with the narrator.

grapeling said...

I was thinking coffee... which happens to be a code word between me and my gf that is, um, apropos :) ~