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.