sexuality
a storm that’s drifting away
but still I can feel
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Tag: sex
997
chance meeting
doesn’t recall me—
body count stat
983
fast-fwd sex scenes
need no reminders
long winter nights
896
long dark hair
short black dress
I’ve missed my station
766
sex and territory
territory and sex
anthem of birds
634
ready to mate, I wake
—that department
never reads my memos
617
the sex contractor
happy to be in bed
alone
427
first blanket of fall
snuggling Warmth, alone or not
no matter these days
311
dragonflies mating
in erratic mid-air flight
the Metre High Club
297
roses of summer
simmering on a nightstand
scarlet and shadows
212
I’m flat on my back
our nest of tall grass– thou makes
stars to shake and blur
211
grass stains on his knees
same on the back of her dress
wedding reception
Pole Dancer, for Mona
cinnabar and carbon inked flesh
riots under spots and strobes
becomes shards of sheet lightning
snow flurries around the pines
as barrages of an incessant bass
drives her up the pole and carves
her face with a hurt indelible
as rings on a stump of birch
Meredith
You shared yourself with poets
Publishers, Panthers and one Marine
Who soon enough will be gray ash
Bearing one single scarlet ember
Tenaciously alive with that night
In July of a ravenous summer.
