Voting Thread: Eros

[Sappho and Eros]

VOTING IS CLOSED

Voting ends: Feb. 8


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1. Yukiko

You’re so androgynous, you complain
Boyish and without shape
Your behind! You point out
It’s simply not there!
And your breasts are like two fried eggs
Thrown against a wall
Your unruly hair, you sigh
Is like a scouring pad, too often used

What are you laughing at? You protest
I’m laughing at perfection
How it mocks itself
It would have me believe it is ugly
Something to be abused
A sick joke told in bad taste
Why is it so difficult to accept?
You are simply beautiful

How thrilling your body feels
As it moves under my weight
The friction of your skin in the grind
Passes like a flame beneath mine
Its musky smell, crisply clean
And the wells of your lubricious eyes
Deep and sex hungry

But if you prefer my vision warped
You are never a chore
I’ll take the wayward schoolboy over my knee
And spank her minimal arse
Whatever I warm or cut with my tongue
Wherever my hand glides
It can never experience better
For it’s had perfection
You. Beautiful you.

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2. Chocolate People

i believe the initial cocoa bean ripened
in the honeyed pool of flesh
above your collarbone.

i can imagine the first harvest
when women in red scarves
stood upon your chest

stooping to gather sticky husks
into flat wooden sieves
which balanced on ample hips

tossing the hulls high, high
against a sky that speaks
the scent of ancient tigers.

their men, clothed in sheen,
walk across your belly,
to collect the tanned seeds

caressing the gleam, inhaling
the bitter burnt, never tiring
of the silken slide off fingertips.

these dark apparitions still play
in your hollow places
and at the corners of your mouth;

the shadows of chocolate people
that toiled this syrup soil of you
and swam in your cocoa ocean.

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3. Listen


as a rather silly man
my love for you
is...
crazily chaotic
extremely erotic
quite quixotic
excitingly exotic
infused with a seductive narcotic

and...

if I were a woman
my love for you
would be...
seriously sapphic
ebulliently ecstatic
dangerously dramatic
existentially erratic
a true lesbian classic

but...

either as man or woman
my love for you
makes me...
relaxed and replete
simply complete
unusually upbeat
emotionally indiscrete
wanting to kiss your feet



4. Valentine Flirt


Valentine Flirt
In the short, short skirt
Putting on us such a hurt

With that smile oh how you flirt
Using your body to divert
Every man’s eye fights to avert

Trying not to think of what’s under skirt
Or the mounds that lay under shirt

Thinking of nothing more than what and where they’d like to insert
How they’d like to feel themselves exert
Until they fall in heaps of spurt

Valentine Flirt
In the short, short skirt
Oh, how you hurt​

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5. Drawing Love
(a sonnet)

I draw, watching you, the skin, the pure colour without skin,
without paint, only through eyes, without miracle, only
realization
that I feel, that I mark, that hurts engraved in paper.

They are not an image, the lines, these exalting sketches.
It is climbing a stair to reach
the gaze,
tremulous, of the pupils, of the iris avid for the instant.

Impossible to retain a dream like this without matter or object
with no document or matrix of the very colour, the exact being,
created with the traced drawing a real, but ethereal.

I invent the secret of an adjective shadow,
and draw already your face, the entire body, without knowing
that I draw to love you and that art while drawing is subjective.


6. EXHIBITION: not for voting, just enjoy

Cupid's Arrow

My Cupid's arrow point to the air
pierced her below her pubic hairs
casting
enchanting
feelings called...
Love!

I have it
and she does too,
butterfly stomachs
and feet,
knee deep in glue.

Standing still
and feeling an earth quake.
High enough to hunt ducks with a yard rake.
Goose pimples
that grow from Eskimo kisses.
Eating our medicine
off of bare skin dishes.

Entranced in a pool
behind a set of eyes
a fruit knows not its seed will multiply.
The hunger growls
deep within the mind.
Savoring lips
that kiss back in chime.

Smashed bon bons
on a breast and a thigh.
Wrestling passion @ each others why.
Like two vines intertwined
Driving hips down the highway
to park in an orgasmic sublime.

Cupid's Arrow
now limp as a noodle
another hunger has arisen
time for some...
Valentine strudel.


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[The Poets]

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