Shagging Albert Einstein

by    /  December 17, 2010  / 1 Comment

I’ve been reading a biography
of Einstein slipping
into bed each night with Albert
falling into his never-ending
bending arms of light
spooning with my sexy husband
but lusting for the meaty
mind of a disheveled dead man.
I long to stroke his face, his crazy
hair, to press my lips against
his throat, to open Albert’s mouth
with mine, to linger like a scent
on Albert’s clothes—to know.
The night’s dark energy draws
close as Albert travels to me slowly
at light speed—his apartness floats
beside me in space-time a moving
body it accelerates then falls
into the curve of mine.

Tess Barry is a member of the Madwomen in the Attic workshop. Read more about Barry and the workshop here.

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  1. Roger Langen October 13, 2013 at 8:51 pm ·


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