Time to fashion blog once again, comrades! This season’s must-have accessory: the facial mask.
Tonight I felt so amazingly and overwhelmingly inspired by my boyfriend and his awesomeness that I couldn’t do anything else but write a poem about everything I’m feeling right now [already on the 5th of December I’ll be back with him in Gothenburg again]. After finishing the poem I looked at it for a long while and then concluded: “Oh my! This is a hymn to heterosexuality!” Thus I realize that publishing it here might be offensive to people of other sexual orientations. Also this poem was written by a Swedish Protestant girl in love with a Hungarian Catholic man, leading to obvious difficulties for people of other confessions outside Christianity to enjoy it fully. I completely comprehend it if, for example, many homosexual atheists and plenty of asexual Buddhists were to complain that this poem deals with a rather limited subject and therefore lacks the opportunity to touch the masses in the way that all good literature should be able to do. I hope you can forgive me this. After all this poem was not intended to be a part of literature at all, it was only intended as an honest expression of what I feel about a certain someone [known in the Central Urals as “Boyfriend of the Century”, known in his ‘hood by his homies as “the big cheese”, known simply as “the Hungarian” in my family].
“Feels So Good”
Maybe I’ll never know
why it feels so good
to stand on my tip toes
and reach his lips;
why it feels so good
to lean my head back
and fit into his arms;
why it feels so good
to close my hand
and put it inside his;
why it feels so good
to let it all fall down
and wear nothing
but his touch.
Maybe I’ll never know
why it feels so good
when a woman can
just love a man.
Maybe I’ll never know
why it feels so good
for a woman to be safe
in a man’s embrace.
This is what I know,
learned from what I’ve seen:
the differences between
you and me
is what blends us
is what mends us
is what sends us
is what lends us
a moment of complete
of passion and heat
when we understand
we were made by God’s hand
that He had a plan
knew Adam would never leave
after meeting his Eve.
Maybe we’ll never know
why flowers have to be brought,
why rings have to be bought,
why being together
has to last forever,
why two become one
and create a new home,
why wearing your last name
turns our play a serious game,
why all I really want to do
is to have you.
Maybe all we’ll ever know
is it feels so good
to find the missing piece
that makes the puzzle
a painting.
2 reactions:
Jag förstod iaf din dikt, kanske hör jag till kategorin som du nämnde..lol. Men fin dikt du skrivit, gumman. Jag kan förstå att du ser fram emot att få träffa din älskade Ungrare igen. Jag måste dock påstå att jag ser jätte fram emot att få träffa dig, min vän. Kramis och jag är så glad att du mår bättre nu och slipper det jobbiga sjukhuset. :)
I don't think anyone could be offended by that. And it's good that you've discovered the superiority of Catholic men.
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