Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Sunday, October 27, 2024

"Insert Foot"

 



"If you keep your mouth shut, you will never put your foot into it." Austin O'Malley


            I hate it when my observation skills dull, and I don’t notice the subtle signs during a conversation with someone that my words have somehow slipped into a sensitive zone. Usually, this occurs when my personal experience with the topic proves limited, and I begin with an incredulous statement like, “You’ve GOT to be kidding!”
As my sluggish mind tries to grasp a new concept, my mouth keeps going; and I inevitably say something that ticks someone off. I never intend to do this, of course. And because my thoughts slowly sift through this new information, I don’t notice the indications that my opinion counters the very personal interpretations of my listener. The slight intake of breath of the other person goes unobserved. I blunder onward, stupidly asking questions to clarify something which my conversation partner feels is obvious. I unwittingly say the perfectly wrong thing.
            By then, no matter how deeply into the zone of oblivion I’ve stumbled, my listener’s response pulls me to an awkward stop. I feel my eyes widen and my face redden as I try to determine which treacherous ideas or statements caused the response I belatedly notice. The other person’s lips purse tightly, and I can discern grinding teeth or a clenched jaw. This friend shifts with muscle tense, preparing for fight or flight.
            My brain races to rewind the conversation and determine where I first entered perilous ground. If I can discern that moment, I quickly offer an apology for unintentionally upsetting the other person, but the damage cannot undo itself. Sometimes, my thoughtless response goes beyond justification because it questioned a fundamental view of my conversation partner. Saying, “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you’d get upset,” seems inadequate. When that happens, I simply veer the conversation quickly onto another topic, hoping desperately that my friend will graciously forgive me and kindly allow me to remove my foot.
 
Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

 

Saturday, June 15, 2024

"Father's Day"

 

Edna and Karl Abrams--1950s



            Words don’t come easily on days like today. I miss my father every day, but Father’s Day pushes his absence into the forefront. On days like today, I wish for Dad’s boisterous voice booming through the house as he prepares his first cup of coffee for the day. I long for a whiff of his Old Spice scenting the room. I yearn for another hug and kiss where his morning stubble scratches my cheek. I need one more corny joke that makes me groan and roll my eyes. I want to argue once again about those hot subjects of politics, religion, sex and money!
            So on days like today, words don’t flow as easily. My heart feels heavy, the hurt still painful even though this marks the tenth Father’s Day without Dad. Many of you celebrate today with your fathers. I hope you cherish the conversations you share and enjoy the time together. For those of you who mark today without your fathers, may your memories be sweet, kind, and loving.


Karl Abrams-retirement from Galveston County Sheriff's Department 1992


Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

"Love"

 


Sunlight’s hot silkiness   
            dancing gracefully   
                        to wind chimes   
Bodies entwining   
            hands clenching    
                        fingers stroking   
Like cool water and soft tears       
                        Laziness   
                                    Laughter   
Finishing sentences   
            reading thoughts   
between long kisses and whispered sighs   

Copyright 1996 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



Tuesday, March 31, 2015

"Flirt"

A crowded room
            conversations spilling out
                        along with cleavage
Eyes meet
            smoldering glances from afar
                        lashes lowered as blush spreads
Tongue tickles upturned lips
            in sensuous play
                        bottom lip captured in a pout
Maneuver clockwise
            lean closer
                        breath a whispered touch
Here and gone
            like smoke
                        before the fire

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman