{"id":1615,"date":"2015-01-21T14:05:31","date_gmt":"2015-01-21T22:05:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/eroticbynature\/?p=1615"},"modified":"2015-01-21T14:05:31","modified_gmt":"2015-01-21T22:05:31","slug":"maybe-its-because-its-five-oclock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/2015\/01\/21\/maybe-its-because-its-five-oclock\/","title":{"rendered":"Maybe it&#8217;s because it&#8217;s five o&#8217;clock"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s because it&#8217;s five o&#8217;clock<\/p>\n<p>and I&#8217;ve been sitting still all day.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s the coffee and the sweet roll.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s the door pried open in me,<\/p>\n<p>reading Anne Sexton and Barbara Farabee.<\/p>\n<p>But when you come in<\/p>\n<p>my senses are open wide,<\/p>\n<p>and as we talk<\/p>\n<p>smiles keep taking over my face.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am alert to the color of your hair,<\/p>\n<p>the tilt of your hips,<\/p>\n<p>the swell of your nipples,<\/p>\n<p>the sweeping curve of your back as you stand<\/p>\n<p>not quite reading the books of poetry<\/p>\n<p>spread over the table.<\/p>\n<p>There is a huge hole in your shorts<\/p>\n<p>and the bandanna around your neck<\/p>\n<p>looks as playful as I feel.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I want to say something,<\/p>\n<p>to show how I see you,<\/p>\n<p>to expose this little rush<\/p>\n<p>of late afternoon sunshine.<\/p>\n<p>Shall I tell you that long ago<\/p>\n<p>I wrote you a poem<\/p>\n<p>grown from a similar smile?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Or shall I say,<\/p>\n<p>more simply,<\/p>\n<p>that at five o&#8217;clock of a still afternoon<\/p>\n<p>on coffee and sweet roll<\/p>\n<p>and Anne Sexton and Barbara Farabee<\/p>\n<p>my body buzzes because you are here<\/p>\n<p>hip tilted<\/p>\n<p>eyes open wide<\/p>\n<p>smiling as we talk<\/p>\n<p>while my mind skis down your back<\/p>\n<p>and wonders where all the words have gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s because it&#8217;s five o&#8217;clock<\/p>\n<p>and I&#8217;ve been sitting still all day.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s the coffee and the sweet roll.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s the door pried open in me,<\/p>\n<p>reading Anne Sexton and Barbara Farabee.<\/p>\n<p>But when you come in<\/p>\n<p>my senses are open wide,<\/p>\n<p>and as we talk<\/p>\n<p>smiles keep taking over my [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1615","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1615","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1615"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1615\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1615"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1615"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/loveandlust\/davidsteinberg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1615"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}