Nubian
 

I am a freak for all types of Haiku. Mine fall in the realm of nature but sex being natural I guess I may have to try a few too. Keep up the good work.......~~~~~~~~~~>Lilith

(Here's where we veer away from the erotic and land more completely in the realm of the sensual and romantic... Hope you all enjoy this anyway.)

illumination

he laughs you into sunshine
alone you are
depthless
as a grey day
monotone
but the moment
he opens his indigo eyes
mundanity shatters
you are
a technicolour rainbow
in your eyes
vibrant colour
saturates the room
and even
unbelievably
swirls into you
suddenly
you believe
in beauty
his brilliant love
shines from your eyes
and you are sunlight
he is laughter
together you are joy

Thanks Lilith
 

Look forward to seing some of your work, natural or otherwise.

To my Wife
 

Eyes ever inviting,
Tongue eternally probing,
Bodies meshed in Love.

The First Time
 

Sweetstuff, I must say I love your poetry... ;)

Glyndwr:
 

Gotta say... I laughed as much as I cringed!
I loved it!

Glyndwr
 

That was wonderful. I could actually picture that and am still laughing. Being a rather clutzy female at times, I have can relate well to that. Thanks for the laugh.

Glyndwr
 

Were you there the first time I attempted to do that as well..... If I remember right it actually ended in bloodshed. I am soooooo glad that practice makes perfect :) You are wonderfully creative!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>Lilith

Glyndwr --- That was hilarious!!!!

Nubian --- I loved your last poem, as I knew I would. Your work is terrific! Do you have more you could share with us?

And Lilith --- I for one would love to see some of your writing, sex-themed or no. One of the things I love about this place is that it's a chance to share both who we are as sexual beings, and who we are as total beings. Any chance to learn how people Pixies' folk think and live beyond their sexuality makes the sexy stuff so much more colourful and vibrant! Besides, I think you have a natural sense for words and imagery, from what you've posted elsewhere, and I'd love to see how you put it to use in your poetry...



Meanwhile, here are two more of mine...



(This is another sensual but non-erotic one... Love, even when not being expressed sexually, is always a very physical, sensory thing to me.)

goodnight

your face
rumpled with needing sleep
flushed with that ache of tiredness
awakes within me
a sudden softness
and a yearning
to gather you
with blankets
into sleep
to run cool fingers
over your burning eyes
drawing out the wrinkled worries
from your forehead
to curl my limbs against yours
and breathe with you
into serenity
to join heartbeats
in the rocking-chair pulse of dreams
wanting nothing more
than to wake up
beside you
in the expansive warmth
of your smile
forever




(This one dates from 1999, about a month before I started dating my current b/f --- my first and only really serious relationship. I've always thought that the poem conveyed the frustration of inexperience fairly well... It's obviously not as dreamy or idyllic as the other poems I've posted.)

pandora

pandora's box
won't open
her world is good and pure and
terrifyingly bland
cold grey mush
forced down her choking throat
pandora
shakes her box
hears the electric brilliance
of jalepeño lust
a spectacular consuming wish
for desire
another rattle
elicits the serrated crash
of anger
trembling its tension
against the citrus thrill
of jealousy flambé
pandora tears at the lock
fingers bleeding the only colour
in a vile cardboard landscape
she gnaws at a rusted hinge
ravenous for particles
of escaped spice
powdered evil spilled
she smells its exotic promise
but it remains imprisoned
try as she might
pandora's box won't open.

Thank you SFC ~~gushing, tripping all over self~~. I'll have a few more in a day or two. I dare say your two poems are really wonderful pieces; both from the same person and yet so different in sensibility:

"[Goodnight] is another sensual but non-erotic one..." I totally agree that erotic and sensual are two similar but different experiences. "Goodnight" does indeed exemplify the latter. I was particularly moved by the line that reads "flushed with that ache of tiredness". How poetic! So visual and drenched with emotion. And what can I say about "Pandora" except...exquisite!

This has definitely been my favorite thead at Pixies, by far. I feel like I'm really getting to know you guys (girls) through your words. It's such fun.

Nubian, thank-you so much --- you're too kind!

I've actually been told in writing classes that my writing is too sensual (this was referring to writing that wasn't erotic in the least, by the way --- it was about music) but I think that the senses are the key to experience. If you can't write about what you're perceiving, through those senses, then what is there to write about? Everything we know, we know through sensory experience... Of course, sex is just about the ultimate in sensory experience, which perhaps explains why I love it so much!

Anyway. Enough diatribe. I'll stop before this becomes another 'soapbox episode'! :D

I'm posting another of my poems in hopes of eliciting more of your Haikus in return. This one is in graphic format, as I think the formatting is integral to the piece, and I can't preserve that well enough on here. The poem is called 'libertad'.

--- sweetstuff

Sweetstuff, It's really hard to convey how truly wonderful and stunning your words are when I am left without a breath after reading them... *sigh*
Thank you for your sharing your writngs here! :)

Hi SFC

you were right about the graphics on libertad. they added to the mood without distracting from the sentiment

My poem
 

I am kind of a hopeless romantic so sorry if this is a bit mushy for some. I wrote this after my best friend in the world found a boyfriend.

To experience fear of speaking
of love so close to heart.
A love trapped in a ring
like a poets unfinished art.

I speak yet nothing comes out.
I talk of life without a shroud,
but it's love I fear to give a shout.
As you leave my mind becomes a cloud.

For now I am late.
She found another with a mind so clear.
Love is something my heart will debate.
My soul has undergone many hardships and wear.

I feel I wish to meet the daggers end,
to this thought I shall not bend.