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The Sunday Poem: Karla Linden... Rising Sun (Between Our Legs)

Sometimes, when we are busy concentrating on the big issues, maybe our mind needs to wander to the person across from us, whether big or little, and what that love feels like. At least for a little while.

Nob Hill poet Karla Linden has a medical massage practice and is studying for a degree which will allow her to be a Doctor of Oriental Medicine. She has published two books: Grinding Ink and Which Makes Me Love Her Even More.

Rising Sun (Between Our Legs)

There was a Sun
rising on the horizon
of the space between my legs.

I laid back
and basked in the radiance.

Uncertain
whether
the blaze would
continue
or
recede

There is a Sun

rising on the horizon
of the crook between
your legs

I laid back
and basked in the radiance
of your Sun

Moving closer
the corona
of the fierce
hot
surfaces
moving closer
moving together

Melding
Sun to Sun to Sun to Sun

It's not just our two
I sense the chain of stars on fire
multiplied out into the universe
to flip and flash
and
set between our four legs.

--Karla J. Linden

Tags: Linden, Poetry

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Comment by Margaret Randall on May 30, 2010 at 8:12am: Interesting poem. As a former midwife, it reminded me of the baby crowning. New life, in all its forms...

Comment by Kelly Vickers on May 30, 2010 at 8:56am: Beautiful! Thank you.

Comment by Ben Moffett on May 30, 2010 at 8:40pm: Hmmmm. I'm frequently out of step, but as a fan of Andrew Marvell it reminds me of his Coy Mistress.as in hoping to make the sun stand still, if only he had world enough. And time. Thanks. Good work.

Comment by Johnny_Mango on May 30, 2010 at 8:50pm: Hey Ben, that's what I was thinking. Between Marvell's images and puns his one memorable poem has been recited for over 300 years.