Adrift in this vessel
No land in sight
My only hope of survival
Is to tame your stormy seas
If you’re looking some visual inspiration, or just want to check out some beautiful, haunting photos, you should visit Undercurrent. I could easily spend an entire evening looking at these amazing works of art.
This is a great post by blogger Cocoa Fly. It delves into the phenomenon of the African-American Erotica boom that started back in 1992 with the anthology Erotique Noire/Black Erotica, and continues to this day.
I’ve been a long time fan of Tim Siebles, a poet who has a talent for blending the real with the surreal, the sexy with the mundane, always coming up with work that is inspiring, entertaining, and thought provoking. He is a professor of English and creative writing at Old Dominion University, and the author of five collections of poetry.
Check out his poem Slow Dance.
I remember those suede boots
you wore to the party last December,
your clipped hair, your long arms
like the necks of swans. I remember
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.
Last week, I ventured over to the website The Erotic Woman to check out Emerald’s sexy story The Plant On the Mantle. I was so blown away by the site (and the story) that I decided to submit my poem Down There, which is now featured on the site. I’m excited to be published on The Erotic Woman, and to be in such good company!
I’m sitting here on the couch, flipping through the cable channels, not finding much of anything to hold my interest. On the coffee table sits my Macbook, beckoning me to turn off the tv and write something. Anything. Just a couple of lines, and hopefully, the rest will magically come flooding out. (Of course, it never really works this way).
After watching a few minutes of Anderson Cooper 360, I give in to the urge to create, and turn off the television, walk over to the small wooden bookshelf where I keep my various books of poetry and erotica, and blindly reach for a book. It turns out to be an author I haven’t read for a very long time, Sandra Cisneros. More specifically, her crazy hot book of poetry, Loose Woman.
One of my favorite poems in the book, “You Bring Out the Mexican in Me,” is a beautiful, passionate, gritty, paranoid, erotic ride of a poem:
“I want to rattle and rent you in two.
I want to defile you and raise hell.
I want to pull out the kitchen knives,
dull and sharp, and whisk the air with crosses…”
And in “Full Moon and You’re Not Here,” she is the mistress waiting for her lover to come:
“Full moon and you’re not here.
I take off the slip,
the silver bangles.
You’re in love with my mind.
But sometimes, sweetheart,
a woman needs a man
who loves her ass.”
I remember reading this book for the first time and thinking: “Damn, who IS this woman?” She smokes cigars, yells and curses her American lovers in Spanish, describes her period in graphic detail, and does it with a lyrical wit that Sonia Sanchez would envy. A fellow poet had recommended the book, and I thought at best, it would be a good way to spend an evening, a few glasses of wine, and some decent poetry. I had no idea what I was in store for–it caught me completely off-guard, in a good way.
So now, years later, seeking inspiration, I sit in my living room with a glass of Cabernet, reading Loose Woman again and remembering our first date, hoping to get lucky again.
You’re the kind of woman
who likes to find out things
It’s your curious nature
your journey of self-discovery
that turns me on the most
So I’m really not surprised
when in a crowded parking lot
in the front seat of my car…
After slipping my hand into
your thin black panties…
After pressing deeply
into your soft, warm pussy
and raising my fingers to my lips
to gently suck them dry…
After I tell you how good you taste
you smile that smile
like you really don’t believe me
So you pull my lips to yours
slide your tongue into my mouth
to find out
Discovery was featured the 2010 Seattle Erotic Art Festival
Just over two weeks until the Seattle Erotic Art Festival…if you’ve never been, it’s three days & nights of erotic performances, mingling, dancing & debauchery…and of course, Art!! Check out pics from last year’s event here: http://www.seattleerotic.org/
We think of our mortality
at the strangest of times
Wrapped in the prayer of your body
I am abruptly reminded that
this is not forever. But what could feel
as good as this?
We love with the fever of wolves
in celebration of this gift
We love with the fever of wolves
for fear of nothing ever being as beautiful