BEGINNING

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erotic, Healing, love, Magic, poem, poetry, Sexual

BEGINNING

wish I had
the ultimate
care-reducing
ointment
magical lotion

which I could spend
the whole night
working into
your skin
removing every care
restoring lost
hope, reviving

every tired
muscle

your beautiful body
burning
with dark light

so
gorgeous a
theme

with
which
to begin

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WITH TITANIA

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erotic, faerie, Fairy, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Shakespeare

WITH TITANIA

Queen Titania came to
teach me the delicacy
I would need
to devote to you

with what exquisite softness
would need to
ruffle your flowers

how to watch
the movement of
star across sky
when gauging
my speed

nothing even
slightly mechanical
when pressed up
against the window
of her delicatessen

the tastes there so
refined, so complex and
so intricate
take every delicious

moment
to acquaint myself

with feather-like touch
with exquisite sweetness

make love
night to morning in
absolute fairy
measure

almost
drowning in
dream
magic

yet perfect
learning-
curve.

AND FLOW

Tags

erotic, innuendo, poem, poetry

AND FLOW

ebb and flow
ebb and flow

the sea spread out before us
in all its deep. dark, mystery
and my words
finding the page more
or less attuned
to its rhythm

imagining its creatures
its world unknown

and your arms
appearing from
nowhere
pulling me into
their strong current

down to
the most beautiful place
where to drown

LYCHEES

Tags

erotic, Metaphor, poetry, Sensual, sensuous, sexual symbolism

LYCHEES

a bowl of
peeled lychees
for me to guzzle

stripping the flesh-like
fruit off the stone
so sweet
imagine them

from mysterious
Guangdong rather
than place more homely
like my
own backyard

and how will I find words to
justice to your sharp, distinctive
unusual unmistakable taste?

so different

the bowl is
almost empty

I fear you will wake
and see them gone

cry a
secret river of tears
because we
did not share them together

INTERLOCK

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Beauty, Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, Language, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, woman, wordplay, writing

INTERLOCK

let me walk you
through the procedure

no need to run
we can go so
so slowly
watch the snails
zoom past at
relative speed

no need to
use that hard Newtonian
word “velocity”
later physics Newtonian
notions of freedom,
friction and resistance
opposite and
opposing forces
will all have
their place
all have their say

speaking of which
let me talk you
through everything
devise a poetry of
delay and deferral
to celebrate
every centimeter
indulge (in measure imperial)
every square
inch of your body

I say inch, but I am of course,
measuring in circles, and ellipses
and one-sided Möbius strips
that perfectly interlock

IN THAT SCENE FROM GHOST

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art, creative, erotic, poem, poetry, sensuous, Sexual

IN THAT SCENE
FROM GHOST

put me
on a wheel
mold me,
shape me

like Demi Moore
did to her clay
in that scene
from Ghost

want to feel what
art in
those fingers
and what power
they have over me

before you
bake me at such
high temperatures
that I might
hold everything you
would want me
to contain

take everything
you would want to give

LEARN

Tags

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

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

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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