Comments on: Don’t ask me.. https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/ Mon, 06 Apr 2026 12:03:37 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: ER https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6435 ER Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:40:17 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6435 Bed orientation is very important to in-the-body experiences too. Bed orientation is very important to in-the-body experiences too.

]]> By: Jody https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6362 Jody Wed, 28 Sep 2011 15:31:28 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6362 Oh that is beautiful...and actually...an *answer* for me. Thank you for sharing ER....I am sadly illiterate when it comes to poetry. Oh that is beautiful…and actually…an *answer* for me.

Thank you for sharing ER….I am sadly illiterate when it comes to poetry.

]]> By: Jody https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6360 Jody Wed, 28 Sep 2011 15:28:23 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6360 Heh....but ya know what ER....for real...my mind becomes uncluttered now...by choice and in part for self preservation...I wonder...does it free up the RAM for memories to be re-discovered? Heh….but ya know what ER….for real…my mind becomes uncluttered now…by choice and in part for self preservation…I wonder…does it free up the RAM for memories to be re-discovered?

]]> By: ER https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6359 ER Wed, 28 Sep 2011 14:57:22 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6359 <p>You mean like this?</p> Marina's Perfume The woman had a scent about her, sandalwood, musk, incense, pachouly. She wore no perfume, it was her soul I smelled; after love it clung to me, immune to time or water. A reminder of the day before, the night that followed. After days it faded, finally from my fingertips, when the last bit of her returned to air and the disappointment of my memory. It came back when we met and touched, as welcome as her laugh, her smile, her voice, her eyes, the curve of her hip, the turn of her spine, the silk in her hands. It was always there with us, or at least with me. But she knew not her own and I doubt that she knew mine. Our time was short, our love grew sour, but her scent remained long after she was gone. The last shred of her memory to fade. A long time passed, and then some more, until I woke one night from a dreamless sleep, alert, awake, eyes staring at the dark; bedclothes dripping from my sweat, that smell clinging to my skin. So strong that I could not escape it, so strong my bath would not erase it, so strong it followed me as I raced to another room and sat weeping in the dark, deeply breathing in her last farewell to me. You mean like this?

Marina’s Perfume
The woman had a scent about her,
sandalwood, musk, incense, pachouly.
She wore no perfume, it was her soul I smelled;
after love it clung to me, immune to time or water.
A reminder of the day before, the night that followed.

After days it faded, finally from my fingertips, when the last bit of her
returned to air and the disappointment of my memory.
It came back when we met and touched, as welcome
as her laugh, her smile, her voice, her eyes,
the curve of her hip, the turn of her spine, the silk in her hands.

It was always there with us, or at least with me.
But she knew not her own and I doubt that she knew mine.
Our time was short, our love grew sour,
but her scent remained long after she was gone.
The last shred of her memory to fade.

A long time passed, and then some more, until
I woke one night from a dreamless sleep,
alert, awake, eyes staring at the dark;
bedclothes dripping from my sweat,
that smell clinging to my skin.

So strong that I could not escape it,
so strong my bath would not erase it,
so strong it followed me as I raced
to another room and sat weeping in the dark,
deeply breathing in her last farewell to me.

]]> By: ER https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6357 ER Wed, 28 Sep 2011 14:53:09 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6357 It happens to people all the time as they get older. 8) It happens to people all the time as they get older. 8)

]]> By: VelociraptorBlade https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6350 VelociraptorBlade Wed, 28 Sep 2011 05:20:31 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6350 Only every day. Seems like random things in life seem to undo the locks on memories long filed away (or not so long, in some cases). Only every day. Seems like random things in life seem to undo the locks on memories long filed away (or not so long, in some cases).

]]> By: Eri https://habitablezone.com/2011/09/27/dont-ask-me/#comment-6346 Eri Wed, 28 Sep 2011 04:57:09 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=3962#comment-6346 Bed orientation is very important. I used to have out of body experiences when I lived in an apartment. As soon as I moved, they stopped. I miss them. There is nothing like walking through walls. And I was just getting good at it. My headboard was against the West wall. Damn, I wonder if I could get it there here? Bed orientation is very important. I used to have out of body experiences when I lived in an apartment. As soon as I moved, they stopped. I miss them. There is nothing like walking through walls. And I was just getting good at it.

My headboard was against the West wall. Damn, I wonder if I could get it there here?

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