{"id":1454,"date":"2018-05-01T16:00:29","date_gmt":"2018-05-01T23:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/?p=1454"},"modified":"2018-05-02T13:28:21","modified_gmt":"2018-05-02T20:28:21","slug":"shameless-hussy-looks-back-by-june-comarsh-gillam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mydiabeticsoul.com\/?p=1454","title":{"rendered":"“Shameless Hussy Looks Back” by June Comarsh Gillam"},"content":{"rendered":"

My friend, June Gillam, caretaker and long-time spouse of a diabetic mentioned herein,\u00a0wrote this poem with great love for him.\u00a0 Her shared and devotional intentions are purposely\u00a0written for all to learn.<\/em><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.junegillam.com\/<\/p>\n

1.
\nAfter he wheeled his chair in, all independent like
\nfrom his morning shower just the other day
\nand transferred smoothly onto the king-sized bed,
\nI finished toweling him off and rubbed it dry,
\nfluffing up the curly golden short hairs it nested in,
\nresplendent in its pinky glow.<\/p>\n

“No gray hairs down here!” I marveled,
\nbending over my mate of 29 years
\nto rub my face lightly back and forth
\non his sweet soft sausage,
\nrolling it around
\nbeneath my lips.<\/p>\n

2.
\nBack when we were new –
\nHe in his black leather boots, and
\nI in my shameless hussy moans –
\nHe would have sprung up tall and hard so fast
\nI couldn’t have finished the toweling off
\nbefore he put to use that splendid package,
\nwith his bull balls slung low,
\nand banging gently on my bum.<\/p>\n

I would cling to his skin
\nand ride him up the steep sides
\nof the mountain, onto the high plateau,
\nleaving my mind behind
\nin the\u00a0merciful death of thoughts,
\nsimply flying his horse of many colors
\nacross the vast and lasting mesa.<\/p>\n

3.
\nAfter each of his blood sugar dramas
\nlike a five-way coronary bypass,
\ntwo carotid artery surgeries,
\nclaudication of the legs
\nand losing a toe here and there
\nhe resumed his relentless and leather-booted interest.
\nAlthough requiring some modifications, some assistance
\nfrom those little blue pills and from those brown
\npackages that arrived in the mail with various humming
\nand buzzing adult toys he wanted to try out.
\n“I’ll never quit,” he vowed and indeed
\neach time he rose again, triumphant.<\/p>\n

My libido shriveled
\nas spontaneous flights across the highland mesa
\nfaded into movies in my memory,
\nand it turned into an unexpected duty to search
\nto find my shameless hussy’s eager heart.<\/p>\n

4.
\n“I am still interested,” he says today,
\nbut that soft pink sausage resting like a newborn’s
\ntells a different story.<\/p>\n

“Did you think I would give up?”<\/p>\n

“I had lately come to hope exactly that
\nthis year since his near death, two-month stay
\nin ICU with kidney failure and dialysis,
\nopen wound dressings, and half year of physical therapy
\nsince the amputation of his left leg, above the knee.<\/p>\n

“I sent away for a book on sex for the disabled,”
\nhe says, “but it hasn’t arrived yet.”<\/p>\n

One day soon, the mail will come –
\nI’m digging deep into the great divide of time
\nto find my shameless hussy long-departed self”<\/p>\n

Come back, come back, come back!<\/p>\n

I cry out to her.<\/p>\n

–\u00a0 I can’t do this all alone!<\/p>\n

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Copyright 2015, June Gillam.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Peregrine<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n