SNIPPETS (7)
as per usual
we were arguing
(again you catch us if not
flagrante
delicto
in media
res!)
casus belli
in this instance
whether, as regards the soul,
body is a bridge
or body
is a bow
many arrows fired that night
and, as regards the bridge,
much water under
trickle
then torrent
SNIPPETS (6)
my lover
is so witty
sophisticated
a laugh
a minute
the comic theatre
of which
scares me
obviously
in certain positions
nothing more hazardous
in such situations than
the seismic laugher
of a truly brilliant joke
SNIPPETS (5)
if you want
metafictional sex
you need
another writer
so passionate the arguments
about whether the night
should follow
hero’s journey
or three-act structure
and whether, by morning,
the relationship
should close
or stay
open-ended
SNIPPETS (4)
my sense of things
is that you
move geometrically
from
love triangle
to love triangle
and so I sat wondering
channeling the soul of
old Pythagoras
wondering whether you
might ever veer away
bend that rule
curve that line
in my direction
SNIPPETS (3)
I could not
linguistically beaut
on your beauty
so I gorged
on your gorgeousness
(moot point whether
you would ever
let me love
on and in
all
that is
lovely)
SNIPPETS (2)
we cried on each
others’ shoulders
you
no doubt because you
heard some sad tale
or
were feeling
such deep, deep
sorrow
me
because I was crying
on your shoulder
and not
on your breast
SNIPPETS (1)
you licked your lips
I licked your lips
you licked my lips
after which,
sequence
order
went to the Devil
BY THE BY
by the by
and by and by
I wanted to make love
to you Shakespearean style
with dramatic finesse and
huge soliloquy
scene expertise and
such poetry
but will settle for the tick tock
mechanical clock quatrain
and couplet
sonnet style
for at least
if the play
do not
ignite
(staged delight)
at least we will be fine
it end in rhyme
METHOD
I asked my lover
though not
yet my lover
what is the logic
of sex
could she explain it
fully
and best best best
go all show
no tell
though I would appreciate
a choice sultry lexicon
spectacle
was what I
had in mind
(what we all
have in mind)
better
the Colosseum than
Shakespeare’s roses plays
better
the murals in your
local bordello
than Socrates sounding you out
in a tour-de-
force of method
in which you will end up
on top
and me beyond the pale.
JANGLED
Newton calculating us entirely
even now describing, computing
our velocities and momentums
as we collide on the bed
could worlds
ever have crashed into each other
more tenderly? with greater care?
but such
considerations lying outside
Isaac’s system
as he
performed the calculus
came to
his determination
but, being creatures of an age
way into his post-mortem
teased his
physics, titillated
his cosmology
showing him that we bi-
polar object with
multiverse inclinations
and adept at playing the fool
with his non-
existent concept
of wave function
pinging each other like two
loving particles
spin and thing
entangled
or crashing over
everything like wave front
his world
collapsing
truly jangled.
Erotic poetry 