Mother Said
There is no, ' she said
'no preparation for the penetration;
the shock of it
takes my breath
at each incidence
and only child birth
compares to it.'
That is what my mother said to me
one evening while knitting.
'It is always my dear the 'dangerous ending of love and petting'
because at some point it occurs.'
I found myself wound up with anticipation and some small dread.
'It is the lot, ' she said 'of we of the female persuasion.
We seek the feel of it like the cold dip in the ice pond
after the sauna.
'We Swedes do it this way;
it is is like the yin and the yang;
the needed and the shocking.
'
That is what my mother told me about sex.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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