Swimming with Bears

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No bear myself, I cannot deny going with bears during the course of early sexual awakenings....and enjoying the experience immensely.

SWIMMING WITH BEARS

Stroking the hairs

on your chest, its fur engaging

with mine, hot tongue

between my lips, exploring

secret caverns within,

our senses getting the measure

of our bodies as eagerly

as children leave toys behind

for joys of another kind

Opening myself to you,

letting the doors of childhood

slam behind us

as they must, for we are grown,

days of paper chases

long gone and with them,

tears and fears

for the Great Unknown, taking

us now, breaking us in

Giving the lie to tales

about guilt and sin, swimming

passion’s timeless sea,

led by a friendly bear to a safer,

kinder shore than I

for one, had ever known

before or will again, free

to be as we are, nor lesser men

for this, our first kiss

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2012

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004 and on the blog in 2010.]