IN SLO-MO REPLAY

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Andrew Marvell, innuendo, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, time, To His Coy Mistress

IN SLO-MO REPLAY

slower than
a praying mantis

slower than
the pen of
Mr Andrew Marvell

in relative time
though it seem
fast fast fast

when we
go outside, leave
the bedroom

it will appear
to have taken longer
than a millennium

from start
to nowhere
near the
finish

and back to
bedroom for
careful analysis,
adjustment of
tactics, forces,
strategy

our most
intimate of
battles
to end
all battles

primed for
no draw, no
stalemate but
victory by
knockout

slo-mo as we
trade toe to toe

so many
rounds to last

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SHE SAID

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erotic, love, poem, poetry, senses, sexual symbolism

she said:
make love to me
as if you
were blind

as if
all you have
is touch and
taste and smell

each of these senses
amplified
beyond belief

guided
by my voice

RAW COCA ACROSTIC

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acrostic, drugs, female, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

RAW COCA ACROSTIC
“love is the drug”
(Bryan Ferry, Roxy Music)

Raw coca leaves you are
Ecstasy and crystal meth
Find you, feel you taking over
Injecting you direct my absolute drug
Left me still short the desired overdose
What else to try, time so short?
Escape, not an option

Killing me slowly
Give me your best shot fast
Absolutely dying for your fix to fill me
Before the chills come, cold turkey cold
Every touch you give
Leaves me deeper longing
Extreme the dream of release
Naked before the world
Grateful for what you gave

SING

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double-entendre, erotic, poetry, satire, Sexual innuendo, Water power astrological, wordplay

SING

I need to
spread you open

see you
flow like a river
into
the sea

sail to that delta
find your tiny
perfect pleasure island

listen
with every creature
of land, of air
of ocean

as we
hear you
sing.

READING CHANTAL MOUFFE

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discourse, philosophy, poetry, post-structuralist, postmodern Chantal Mouffe, satire, Sexual, Truth

READING
CHANTAL
MOUFFE

love is
never the
answer

for what
would be
the question?

to question is to
invite
conundrum, problem
deconstruction, negation,

stuff that you are reading
in this book edited
by Chantal Mouffe

under the covers
your

body naked

for me
that says enough
about love’s truth

FIT

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Alien, erotic, female, love, male, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, poststructuralist, science fiction, sexual symbolism, touch, Twist in the tail, Universe, wordplay

FIT

there is an alien species
swarming in my bed

their queen
whispering sweet
alien nothings
in my ear

telling me that
we are
made for each
other

her wings
are enough to carry me

and that, in spite
of the tricky
linguistic differences

we are
a perfect fit

OVERDOSE

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comic, erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

OVERDOSE

I want to overdose on that drug
where I dream of you

and we are
unashamed lovers, know
every inch of each other’s bodies
like we have a
satellite map

that would be good too:
making love in
zero gravity:

docking, undocking

yes, Houston

we have you
about to
enter orbit

confidence is
sky (pink
alien sky)
high.

GLUTTON FOR STRAWBERRIES

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erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

GLUTTON FOR STRAWBERRIES

she is a
glutton
for strawberries

strawberry
milkshake and
poems full
of strawberries

my pen
cannot write them, my
fingers cannot
type them
fast enough

I beseech her:
think of every strawberry as a thing
exquisite
like your eyes
like the
rest

and time as a thing to
drizzle slowly over each of these
succulent creations-in-red/
red creations

like melting chocolate
like thick
patient drawn-out
cream

and then
we will be on the same page
on and in
same everything together

(pride in my work
my deepest deadly sin)

THE GREAT STRAWBERRY DIALECTIC

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erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

THE GREAT STRAWBERRY DIALECTIC

let us not argue
over who
gets the last
strawberry

let us simply
divide it
down the
middle

you get to
eat both halves
if I get
to divide
myself

into
you

THE TOUCH

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love, poem, poetry, touch

THE TOUCH

you cannot say a
touch

gainsay it, second-
guess it

it speaks without words
connects, is transformative

the words pouring out my mouth
beginning to stumble
but I am
still on track, will
still find all it is
I wanted to tell you

even though
with the
touch

there is a poem
hurtling down the line
it has no rails
would break every rule

it is just full
of the suddenness of
your mouth, your skin
your eyes

my very first
love poem
for you
traveling at light-speed

just one
touch but
it went

very deep
indeed