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Her Classroom Breath #2

Posted on 19/09/202005/11/2020 by Dean English

tweens, twinks, milfs and cougars,
silver bears, foxes brightly shaved
and the babies, even-footed, holding
on at the moving knees—
nearly everyone has stood up
to watch the action in the dojo;
a few kids, and myself remain seated
an arm’s length from everything
Arse. lycra, denim; deeptoe
Compression’s complete picture, this
toned mature, on polished linoleum,
her leg veins the isolated blue cheese
the boy’s mother packs in the cooler
with the foil lining catching in the zipper.
her pink capture in sparse pudenda
here is what I’m getting at
as she pivots and squats, her gear
stowed showing me where
the world originates. knows
I saw, sees I care, and carries
the stare away
to watch the heats in senior boys.
their tap-outs, the gi -straightening,
belt knotting, the bow at match-end.
they sit. then stand, & it begins again.
whistles and hand-slaps
and everybody stands up.
so much arse, gluteus primal-anal,
this crown-opposing hole,
this supported by the expert
role of Solomon’s biology; the
baring of, the barring, that forbade
Caduceus wake in epochs demand re-plenish—
spine-base, prostate, mouth to bumhole,
human-tubed, breath-taste, young athletic cores
of gas & air, cheering on the wrestling
with desire from behind—a sort of knowing
what the lol she’s doing, the preteen—a
volleyball in stockings what an arse, collects
momentum twerking, reprimanded; alerted,
Mingus soon, his mother pumps a message;
he’s tying up his gi with boys somewhere
between believing super-heroes
marred with the religious problems
of abilities impossible to reconcile.
I watch him grapple others, grabbing
at their balls, lapels, holds and leg throws,
the fall-rolls, choke-holds restricted
to Cadets, the style of grace in defeat;
we compete with such good-natured passion
only what is barred us does it fetish;
the victor glows triumphant, he will get his
medal. The other kid is crying bloody hell.

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  2. Dean English Dean English says:
    11/06/2021 at 10:00 am

    Another comment I missed. Your considerations are marvellous and I appreciate in this so tiny forum of a genre all Feedback

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  3. Sommer Cullingford Sommer Cullingford says:
    22/09/2020 at 8:40 am

    Very well-written depravity, and I don’t mean that in any critical way. Despite our morality there is something distinctly pure about moments being distilled down to the animal, atavistic and essential.

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