LEARN

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digital, poem, poetry, Sexual, virtual, writing

LEARN

hard to
show not tell

when you
talking virtual lover

hard for words to
replace the look, the smell,
the touch

but they
can do
their best
their very best

and they
can learn

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VENUS

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Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, meaning, Metaphor, poem, poetry, science fiction, Sexual, sexual symbolism, Universe, wordplay

VENUS

I licked
the outside of
the envelope

before I went
hypertext, flew
hyperdrive

down here
in the acid rain
oysters and
other mollusks
must clam shut
or get
Kentucky fried

but here we are
ruled by the Moon
in sign of Cancer
heading for
far-flung galaxy
or alternate universe

where they mix
metaphors with
gay abandon
(wholly different
laws of
physics and
sexual orientation)

where
beginnings always
meet endings or
always steadfastly refuse

here on Venus
I finally envisage
how everything comes
full circle

how you
can both
be nightmare
and my delirium of beauty
scratching for
synthesis
searching for
a theory
where circles
are indeed squared
where parallels always meet.

I licked the outside
deconstructing the inside
softest
exploration
purest research.

CATULLUS PARADOX

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Catullus, erotic, Lesbia, love, poem, Poet, poetry, Sexual, sexual symbolism, wordplay

CATULLUS PARADOX

It’s the Catullus paradox
the more I write you
the greater I
travel from you
or you
from me
(everything sex
and love
so relatively speaking)

that former desire
hot as a sun
now grown
stone cold

or so I thought
but then I heard your voice
again
perverse little sparrow
of my heart’s desire

would seduce you in Latin
but you would turn that
lust spiritual
make of my poetry
a liturgy

there you are
the little island I can
never reach

mountain I can never climb

and here we are
in a poem again

me almost able to resist
the absolute temptation
to speak as if a Roman general on
track to
turn Emperor

shouting verbs of conquest
as he surfs in to your shore.

NEITHER

Tags

erotic, identity, love, Other, poem, poetry, power, Race, Sexual

NEITHER

either
neither

neither
either

trying to chip my paint off
but it’s difficult — no,
impossible!

the logic of binary
imprinted on my skin
creased into my brain

and yet
I am what
I am (forgive
my antique French)

no archetype me
I do not encapsulate
embody either

and so
I look into your otherness
to escape dilemma, dichotomy
of dead alternatives

your body
different beyond different

and yet
my fingers enter you, these
aforementioned, paint-stripping, absolving fingers,
find you
— as far as it goes — the almost
perfect mirror to
my touch

FLOW

Tags

health, love, poem, poetry, Sexual, sexual symbolism

FLOW

you were
sick
I came to
fix you
staunch
all loss
until
machine fine
all screws, bolts
tightened
all
systems
go!

and now
you are well
new spiel
to sell:
back to
fix again

loosen all
restrictions, open
for inspection,
all yes,
no no
all
systems
flow

ON HOLD

Tags

love, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, sexual symbolism

ON HOLD

I have put my desire on hold
all those needs to
squeeze you tightly up against me
whisper sweet and crazy stories
before it gets time
for lullabies

no today I am putting myself
totally at your service
will feed you, heal you,
make you so very well
so better than well
I had convinced myself that
this was within
my range, no
limit here to my capacity

could tend to you emotionally,
physically, spiritually
like a Saint

but then the word
“physical” got my
brain fuming, head spinning
for then, of
course that would imply
careful, tender washing

each and
every
part

so many
too many

lines here

of least resistance.

SUBTRACT ME

Tags

death, Ending, female, Fragmentation, identity, irony, loss, love, mathematical, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, Pythagoras, Sexual, Unity, wordplay

SUBTRACT ME

would that you would
subtract me, retract me

not divide
nor subdivide me

so divisive when
you do so
whether long
or short

or all the way down
to the absurdum of
lowest
common denominator

assigning
minus sign

my neck hung around
like dog in the proverb
taking my preordained place
in the negative
column

this negative space
what
in my
case
could be
more iconic?

where better
to split hairs, split atoms
balance
the equation?

countermand the stridency of
ego as infinity
absolutely plus one

though if we were to
deconstruct, go descant
suddenly
sing a tangent

from cheap
seat in the margins

(for which always the poetic risk
of becoming drawn, and quartered)

full-throat the love
that is such a
tough customer
when it
come to quantification

that sweetest voice
not always disembodied

even if
counterintuitive, counterfactual,
beyond definition

and yet
still mathematical

as it carves me up
as you
carve me
up
as you always do

me and you together
not a simple matter of
multiplication or
addition
thing in my
brain
going back to Plato
back to Pythagoras

my hand on
your hypotenuse
saying it
“does not compute”

ON METHODOLOGY

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erotic, Ocean, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, research, sea, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

ON METHODOLOGY

She is staring out to sea
across the Indian today
tomorrow (will be)
across the Atlantic

and I am writing
a philosophical dissertation
on her body

not writing yet,
so much to write
squeeze into
that space

and so
whilst she stares across the ocean
taking in its majesty
I begin my field work
taking an
exploratory approach.

CASCADE

Tags

death, loss, love, poem, poetry, Separation

CASCADE

I tumble or
I fall

but neither of these
are dignity words

so let me say rather
that I cascade
into your arms
or out of them
depending

but let me lie here
letting the film run
as we humans are wont
(certainly, when it comes
to humans of the masculine persuasion
their lexicon barely more
than a list
of sexual puns)

and then
let me imagine my goodbye to the flesh
is a goodbye to you
up close and personal
in the flesh
your flesh, or body,
so to speak

but it is all
about your body I cannot speak
or even worse, cannot stop speaking.

IN SIN

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erotic, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, woman, wordplay

IN SIN

He was half awake the whole night
never fully asleep

wrestling with words, the right words
the wrong words, the good words, the bad words

words to put into the mouths of his
desires and his demons
and his angel suddenly
transformed, unrecognizable
different
her nails taking his skin, mouth

drinking his sweat, vampire-like in
being so suddenly
possessed by a
taste for everything inside, behind,
beneath those words
for every drop of his blood

and those eyes wild suddenly
like some kind of
shapeshifting animal

but at the heart of it all
conductor and queen of
this dark symphony
this epic revelation of
the flesh

she herself
transformed into
magician of
transformation, of the alchemy of
skin and
what lies within

of faster-
than light travel and Saint levitation

of tearing away dead words that mask
the veil of reality
until we find
the soul’s true revelation beyond
beauty, beyond sin.