Writing A Poem About Sex
No paper around,
But round and empty spool at hand
(a cardboard spool for paper towels)
A ballpoint pen to fool around with – and with sudden
Thought, I reach the ballpoint at my right
And write a poem called Sunday Sex
With words like tantra, screw, and Kama sutra;
Supple, glad: A poem is made!
But where to place it in my files:
Eros? Nature? The Creative?
Love? Perhaps.
Computers, baths or vanities,
Absolutely not!
This Sunday sex, exquisite sex,
Pre-requisite to breakfast
Has to have the perfect placements;
One or many, it will stick out
In more books than you
Can shake a stick at.
Tantric dancing slow and quick,
Mixing techniques, loving tricks.
Brighter wick cannot be found
To pick one up a-Sunday.
Writing A Poem About Sex 5.8.2011
Circling Round Eros; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
