Never trust a lover who .....

Never trust a lover who

in the throes of passion calls you 'Baby' or 'Babe' -

that generic name for a partner

whose body is generic too.

It simply means - in an unguarded moment -

your lover might call you something else

for someone else

which definitely would not be cool.

 

In fairness, such caution could mark

a certain empathy for the other person's psyche.

But, more likely, the clever talker really hopes

for a repeat performance

which means you passed the exam.

 

This measured calculation cuts both ways.

Neither male nor female in whatever combination

is exempt from such perfidy

for the mere exchange of body fluids.

In casual sex - simple societal copulating -

surely the best policy is to get on with business

and leave phony endearments out of the mix altogether.

Don't be so gullible.

You are a fish hooked for carnal consumption.

 

But – big huge gigantic colossal BUT -

if you treasure someone dearly

speak your beloved's name often:

that single word will whisper

through head and heart forever

with your voice alone.

And age will not diminish its power.

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas, Oct., 2016

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Martin Elder

Fri 28th Sep 2018 23:02

I look forward to more evenings in Manchester With interest Cynthia!

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Hannah Collins

Fri 28th Sep 2018 18:26

The smallest child or the adult lover, both called baby.
The poem tells of great intimacy but perhaps anonymity too.
Really enjoyed.

Hannah

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 15th Sep 2018 08:43

Last stanza says it all Cynthia..😃

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lynn hahn

Fri 14th Sep 2018 20:58

Ha Ha! wish I would have been at the reading.

Yeah I am not into F buddies. Those fluids can be full of more than you are aware of. Protection? yeah well somethings you can't protect yourself from Ugh

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 14th Sep 2018 16:57

Found this in a folder - thought somebody might get a chuckle. I did read it at a Poetry evening in Manchester Library. The 'master of ceremonies' introduced me as someone so 'sweet' he was quite enchanted. And I just stood there with the poem in my hand and thought: 'Oh, well -another good impression down the drain. So what's new!'

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