Move Beyond the Recipe

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made by Jeanne’s iPhone6X and a Photoshop filter

A Recipe for Polyamorous Sex

I loved Joseph Greeley in his First Communion suit, 7 years old and Irish. He was fresh.

Then there was Ray Siller, 17, who scotch-skipped with me free range in Queens.

Next was John Atherly Poland, a defrocked trappist priest, 38, who met me on the NYC subway. He turned me into a photographer and film maker.

Charles Aybar, my roller skating coach, moved me on wheels.

Gino Calderone guided me through Italian, Portuguese, French and South America.

When I was 47, I met my closest mate, Donald Smith, a computer technician.

The poly-pie is complete. We have a topping of trust, respect ,intimacy and hot, flavorful herbs, fresh, crispy, soft and personal.

 

 

 

Definition #311 wheels

What matters is when the wheels are off the ground

What matters is when the wheels are off the ground

press-release!   ground-fly!

spinning jumps catapult pulp!

free fall gently down!

ON THE DUSTY TOE OF MY BOOT

ON THE DUSTY TOE OF MY BOOTS

Wood floor wax clings to sheen on laces, toes and wheels:
Dancer’s gloss from twists and turns and jumps and spins;
The rink’s smooth soil that grows the steps to follow rhythm’s beat
The heat, the sweet smell of feet a-rolling twirling treat!

Dancer’s gloss from twists and turns and jumps and spins;
Sequins sparkling:reflections on the walls
And ceilings glitter-mirrored balls.

The rink’s smooth soil that grows the steps to follow rhythm’s beat
The disco, waltz and tango choreography
With drums and bass polyphony.

The heat, the sweet smell of feet a-rolling twirling treat
Alive, amidst the blur of speed, the lycra shimmer suit
Mirrored on my skate, the dusty toe of roller boot!

11/7/12
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Jeanne