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Those Damn Glands
Pale sapphire street lights counterfeit the moon,
diffusing through translucent white windows.
We snuggle-bunny, bathing in the blue
and smile at lightning reflected from snow.
Softly, you speak love through a silken touch
and whisper passions with lips moist as dew.
I am fast submerged into a warm hush,
soaking in thoughts of making love to you.
But whatever endeavors run in my blood,
my love is too grand to rush this man so much.
So whenever those damn glands unleash a flood
let us "batten down our hatches," as such.
Thus, this ounce of precaution may prevent
the arrival of an eight pound event!
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"
My Poetic Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I don't know what it is like in the rest of the world, but in Salt Lake City, Utah, there is such a thing as thunderstorms, with lightning, when there is snow on the ground, which is funny.
And the funny thing about heterosexual sex is that women can get pregnant! Then, the "eight pound event" wants to be raised by loving parents, they want to get an education, they want to get a job and their own housing so that they can live independently, and they want to have their own life and relationships.
So, as parents, you have nurture them, you have to raise them, and educate them, and you have to support them until they can support themselves. Clearly, the original inventor of this whole system did not understand how much responsibility it takes to raise children!
Seriously, what was God thinking?
Thus, upon discovering the joy, and the wonder, of heterosexual feelings for Sandra—who was my first and only girlfriend—I also discovered the joy, and the wonder, of worrying about pregnancy!
And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."
This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.
-Paulee
https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com
This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 009 was edited on January 17th, 2023.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
