Erotic poetry

BOOK WORM

BOOK WORM

I dream
of reading you
like
a book

speed reading where
required, page
scanning even
where
story in exposition
gets horribly bogged down

and what
should be shown
is told
and told
less than optimally
(too bulky, length
little to
fire me up
expressed with jewel
sharpness and clarity)

but
climax, come
to climax
that be
entirely different
story

where everything comes to
head
smooth, elegant
denouement

so
idyllic a pleasure
to read all
your books, acquaint myself
throughly with your
creations

cover to
cover

at
my leisure.

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JUST DESERTS (FOR DESSERT)

JUST DESERTS (FOR DESSERT)

didn’t phone
which was bad of me
deserve
to be punished

wanted to phone
thought you weren’t concerned
one way or the other
was wrong
apologize

but
still

deserve to be punished

and punished explicitly and
exquisitely
truly using
your imagination

I will tell you where
it will
hurt
the most

show you
where it will give me most pleasure

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SHAKEN STIRRED

SHAKEN STIRRED

we decided to go slow
having already fast forwarded
into final act
climactic scene
where they grapple
protagonist
antagonist
veering
close to the edge
in the danger zone

and after cocktails, poolside,
60s spy-style, in
danger zone again

building up a rhythm
developing a ritual

ceremony
making it
all
the sweeter

so
many cocktails slipping
down the hatch

shaken
and stirred

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EURYDICE

EURYDICE

can the camera
smell it?

can you get the sense of
your touch
down on film?

can the viewer in the audience
taste this echo of salt sea
I am
currently tasting

following this river
as it flows through the perfume
of fruit-bearing
trees?

at the estuary, the great delta
we will not talk
Isis and Osiris,
Hades and
Persephone

sing any songs as if
we
were channeling any memory
of the life of Orpheus

just leave
security of land
and commit to ocean

your inner ocean
metaphor
for
the Universe

alike
in infinity

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GOOD MORNING

GOOD MORNING

good morning
good morning

so
cold

it be
here in Mafikeng
my feet, my legs
everything upward
completely
frozen

need fire, need gas,
need electricity
need
a steaming kettle,
a red hot stove
a Bunsen
burner

up in KURUMAN
I do suspect
it cannot possibly
be any warmer

even under
one-two-three-four-five-six
etcetera
huge duvets

separately we freeze
but could
blanket each
other
blanket together

beating the ice of this weather
I’m sure
(if we
put our minds to it)
we
can
find a way

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OF CONGRESS

OF CONGRESS

in the library of libraries

sub-library of
physical
congress

you are the book
you
wrote the book

the notes and appendix
in fact, the entire manuscript

that is
simply sublime

sexually way the best

no one comes close
to how you handle character

no one
has your narrative flair
your linguistic touch
(nothing at least
that I, with my devoted inspection,
feel able
to possibly compare)

those characters
so intimately drawn, and what

you have put in their heads
surpassing that of so many
mere
mortals
who so lack self-
understanding

every page a temptation
impossible to resist
to read the next word,
the next sentence, the next

sensual feast that is
crafted paragraph

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MENTOR

MENTOR

love how
you write

how
you delight

how you
play with words
taking them
to the
next level

see so much
Sylvia, Emily
in you
inside you
boiling up
under the surface

want to help
with that load
ease
all the pressure

coax
those gems out

polish every
facet
until they
dance in the light

and
there we shall
edit, publish,
read in the rose garden

no getting sidetracked
down any primrose path

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