For friends and readers who don’t mind a little erotica.
The sun streams in the window
like a jarring benediction
from a loud- mouthed priest.
It falls upon us
as we spoon asleep,
your back to me,
my nose on your skin
breathing in the miracle of you.
Last night, our first in spent passion,
that particular coin flowing like a river
you brought hot, wet towels
to clean up the waters left by the flood.
Bending over me,
parting my thighs with your hands,
I wanted you to leave the damp alone,
and slide your hand
into the still wet, faintly pulsing dark chasm,
my hollow jerking and twisting at the end of you.
I curled up like a fiddle-head fern,
embraced your dark head with my hands,
pulling your mouth to mine,
and we flowed down that river again.
This poem was “Poem of the Year” at ERWA back in 2010. It is included in “A Seasoning of Lust” which is being reissued on Createspace in a few weeks. My deepest gratitude to Nick Nicholson, in Canberra, Australia for doing the rework. With a friend like this for over 10 years, you are never alone.
An email from Jingle Nozelar Yan (JP at Olive Grove ):
“when you post on word press or blogger, you do not have to pay or ask permission in person. which is what we count for.”
Every poet and poet group I frequent would find that surprising. There are Copyright Laws in the US, Jingle. Even in China. But bless your little heart.
Please don’t read my work on her site. If you care about literature, you will go to the original source and bypass Jingle Bells.