this poem....

[sweetlarma]

You ask why I sometimes say stop- by Marge Piercy

You ask why I sometimes say stop
why sometimes I cry no
while I shake with pleasure.
What do I fear, you ask,
why don't I want always to come
and come again to that molten
deep sea center where the nerves
fuse open and the brain and body
shine with a black wordless light
flourescent and heaving like plankton.

If you turn over the old refuse
of sexual slang, the worn buttons
of language, you find that men
talk of spending and women
of dying.

You come in a torrent and ease
into limpness. How can I let you ride
so far into me and not fear?
Helpless as a burning city,
how can I ignore that the extremes
of pleasure are firestorms
that leave a vacuum into which
dangerous feelings (tenderness,
affection, love) may rush
like gale force winds.



...thanks to lyric for posting this