• hopilavayi: an erotic dictionary

memories of my ghost sista

~ the dead are never satisfied

memories of my ghost sista

Category Archives: sonnet

Quote

bit salt

06 Friday Nov 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, quote unquote, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on bit salt

Tags

Babylon Crashing, bit salt, erotic poetry, reblog, sonnet

Morning fog. Open window. Her muscled

arms. Spooned in silence. Soft boy flesh waking.

One roll and she mounted, sliding from dulled

sleep into howling wetness. Tightening,

vice-like, a groan, nails marking his shoulder,

husky, low. Fog patches filling the gapes

of the bay. Child of the reef, your lover

caught you out of your drowned-skin. What escapes

lust when a muscle-woman puts her mind

to it? Not even myth. Her thighs buckled,

her heels dug into the mattress. She ground

down. Bit hard. Drew salt. Laughed as she reclined

back; let him breathe while sea-water dribbled

between her thighs dribbled down dribbled down.

— Babylon Crashing

the children of arba lijoch

17 Saturday Oct 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Armenia, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on the children of arba lijoch

Tags

Addis Ababa, Arba Lijoch, Armenia, Armenian Genocide, Ethiopia, Haile Selassie I, Kwame Dawes, poem, Poetry, sonnet

— for Kwame Dawes

Crown Prince Ras Tafari brought the children
of Arba Lijoch out of the desert —

Orphans who became Ethiopian,
who sang of the Metz Yeghern, the Great Hurt;

composed, “Marsh Teferi,” the first music
Marcus Garvey heard while in audience.

I, too, have heard of, “Natural mystic
blowing/ through the air,”
Ararat’s fragrance

in each word. I’m told, Babylon crashing.
Where in Kingston is the orchestral sound

of Addis Ababa? — I listen — I
listen, but the dance halls tell me nothing.

The ghosts of Van hang low in the background.
Who will sing their song? Tell their prophesy?

Notes:
Arba Lijoch were a group of forty Armenian orphans who had escaped from the 1915 atrocities in Turkey, and were afterwards adopted by Haile Selassie I of Ethiopia. He had met them while visiting the Armenian monastery in Jerusalem; they impressed him so much that he obtained permission from the head of the Armenian church, the Catholicos, to adopt and bring them to Ethiopia, where he then arranged for them to receive musical instruction. The Arba Lijoch arrived in the capital city, Addis Ababa, in 1924, and along with their conductor, Kevork Nalbandian, became the first official orchestra of the nation. Nalbandian also composed the music for Marsh Teferi (words by Yoftehé Negusé), which was the Imperial National Anthem from 1930 to 1974. Metz Yeghern is the Armenian word for their Great Calamity, their genocide.

Quote

the peel sessions

15 Tuesday Sep 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, quote unquote, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on the peel sessions

Tags

Babylon Crashing, erotic poetry, reblog, sonnet, the peel sessions

Ill kept, bad investment, this aftermath

when we drift off to sleep. Some want two sips

I need a whole damn ocean, a bloodbath.

I know about quenching. How the bullwhip’s

handle, when pressed just so, can stem your whole

deluge. I’ll leave it there. To wet my lips

and then moisten my mouth, rupture your soul.

I run my fingers through you, though what drips.

I call it soul — something that I can touch.

Slake. We all have appetites and there’s bliss

when at last full. It’s what copper suggests

on the tongue from peeling fruit. Insomuch

as my tongue can peel your fruit from this kiss,

this pulp, this sweat pooling between your breasts.

— Babylon Crashing

wet charcoal

04 Friday Sep 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Feminism, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on wet charcoal

Tags

crone, don't get cocky, maiden, mother, poem, Poetry, slashed bole, sonnet, wet charcoal

Don’t get cocky — Everything can get blown
apart. There’s no help the way I’m wired.

Vast sky: I am small. Mother, Maiden, Crone:
be with me as I drift — I’m still tired.

My name sounds rough in your tongue. This slashed bole
of a stump means that there’s no way I can

cling tight, I’ll just leave smears like wet charcoal.
I’ve read the Bible, Torah and Koran:

all man-made laws that restrict my sisters
restrict me — When they came for the sissies

and the butches I was high strung enough
to stand my ground, though there are some horrors

you can’t beat — how do I love these slashes
or find a name that doesn’t sound rough —

claim

01 Tuesday Sep 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on claim

Tags

claim, cunnilingus, erotic sonnet, spinsterhood

There’s those who want to be told that they’re good
— Specially in bed — Specially after

doing something bad. This code: “Spinsterhood,”
meaning — good or bad — I love you, sister.

Does it matter that we don’t look the same?
That you can’t take me anywhere? Come close,

I would like to whisper to you my claim.
The one that you can’t share. And yet, what glows

between your legs, in your throat, on your tongue
— I call it a gift — talent uncommon.

You’re a good, sister, even when naked.
Even when you’re more than bad, say, wicked.

I have tasted your passions — though I’m young
enough to be your child, if you had one.

dead chick

14 Friday Aug 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Poetry, sonnet

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

adolescent thighs, afro, dead chick, Detroit pool hall, drunk and alive, erotic poetry, Lezzie Sex Fiend, Mina Loy, sonnet

“A silver Lucifer/ serves
cocaine in cornucopia
To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs …”

— Mina Loy, “Lunar Baedeker”

][][

Back when I use to be alive and drunk
on stale sweat and beer. An amazon leaned

on her stick, fingers blue with chalk. Some punk
band screamed in the jukebox, “Lezzie Sex Fiend,”

I think, while another girl bent to take
her shot, her afro brushing the green felt.

Detroit girls in pool halls, full of the ache
of first love and adolescence. I’ve dwelt

among their shadows. It’s where you found me;
in the toilet stall, calling me “cousin.”

Because I’m neither drunk nor alive. “Lick
me here”
— And I do. You taste beer-salty.

“Damn, girl, that’s nasty,” you say. “Shit, your skin’s
stone-cold — Cousin, you’re one fucked-up dead chick.”

Quote

at times willingly

11 Tuesday Aug 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, quote unquote, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on at times willingly

Tags

at times willingly, Babylon Crashing, erotic poem, reblog, sonnet

“Delight in the video” — I don’t play

too many lover’s games. All that vanity

turned sour some time ago. Yet I obey

simple commands, and at times willingly.

It’s what you do in public. Curious

that you’ll take it far enough to almost

get caught each time, almost. It’s that boldness

that no one else sees in you. Like a ghost

you mark where you’ve been with dripping,

sticky fingerprints — After the vodka

tonics you type, “Hit Play.” The video

starts. Where are you? Pay toilet? Sitting

down, you smile — staring into the camera.

“This is for you,” you say, “watch: nice and slow.”

— Babylon Crashing

butch cockscomb crawl

07 Friday Aug 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on butch cockscomb crawl

Tags

butch cockscomb crawl, erotic poetry, Juicy Lucy's Yurt, sonnet, three-person'd passion, yak milk

Quick, drink up. It’s on me, despite all this.
— Try my red lips like a surgical scar

quickly opened — when you lean in to kiss
you’ll find that my teeth, immense and bizarre,

gleam. Try posing me in a slitted-skirt
with thighs crossed as two girls begin to brawl

over nothing at Juicy Lucy’s Yurt,
where it smells like yak milk, cum and Pinesol.

Mostly I don’t step in. It’s not science,
just cheap alcohol. Try a Butch Cockscomb

Crawl. But tonight’s different — for there are some
who find cold-blooded pleasure in violence.

After the fight I took the two girls home,
despite all this, we made it a threesome.

deathblowjob

29 Wednesday Jul 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on deathblowjob

Tags

Acid Girl, deathblowjob, L.S.Diva, monster squirrel fetish, mutant cells, obedient bodies, Poetry, sonnet

I tell you, sex with a nightmare is odd
but fun. No, it wasn’t a monster squirrel

fetish; she was, in fact, a disease god.
— L.S.Diva aka Acid Girl

aka Small Disease God — I don’t know
exactly the disease she embodied,

a small one, I suppose. The term, “deathblow
job”
was hers. Obedient bodies’ need

to feed did not excite her. “You’re immune
system’s failure is what I want,”
she’d grunt,

her long forked tongue crazily twined with mine,
fingers touching the lump in my breast. “Soon,

soon.” I don’t mind being loved for my mutant
cells, who can say of cancer, “fuck benign.”

sleet caked

27 Monday Jul 2015

Posted by babylon crashing in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on sleet caked

Tags

age difference, cunnilingus, erotic poetry, Scottish dialect, sleet caked, sonnet

“An wha will mak me fidgin fain?
O wha will kiss me o’er again?”

– Robert Burns (1788)

“Feck thes!” Our breath, clouded. The car’s heater
struggled, even at high — In the back seat

next to the baby-chair, you stripped off your
mittens, pulled your jeans to your knees while sleet

caked the windshield. “Ah got tae gie ye back
tae skale in ‘en minutes, we’ll make it queck.”

Guiding my head down, my shoulders hunchbacked
while your snow-boots pressed into my stomach.

It took you eight; leaving me sick, your cum
in my eyebrows. Even after you cleaned

me up I was a mess all day long —
I’m older now. I’ve heard the joke: “Th’ Mum

an’ Th’ Neighbur Bairn.” The punchline: “Sex-fiends
ur made an’ education isnae wrang.”

← Older posts
Newer posts →

age difference anal sex Armenia Armenian Genocide Armenian translation ars poetica art artist unknown blow job Chinese translation conversations with imaginary sisters cum cunnilingus drama erotic erotica erotic poem erotic poetry Federico Garcia Lorca fellatio finger fucking free verse ghost ghost girl ghost lover gif Gyumri haiku homoerotic homoerotica Humor i'm spilling more thank ink y'all incest Lilith Lord Byron Love shall make us a threesome masturbation more than just spilled ink more than spilled ink mythology ocean mythology Onna bugeisha orgasm Peace Corps photo poem Poetry Portuguese Portuguese translation prose quote unquote reblog retelling Rumi Sappho sea folklore Shakespeare sheismadeinpoland sonnet sorrow Spanish Spanish translation spilled ink story Taoist Pirate rituals Tarot Tarot of Syssk thank you threesome Titus Andronicus translation video Walt Whitman woman warrior xenomorph

electric mayhem [links]

  • cyndi lauper
  • aimee mann
  • Poetic K [myspace]
  • armenian erotica and news
  • sandra bernhard
  • discos bizarros argentinos
  • poesia erótica (português)

Meta

  • Create account
  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.com

Blog Stats

  • 393,621 hits

Categories

ars poetica: the blogs a-b

  • kristy bowen
  • wendy babiak
  • megan burns
  • armenian poetry project
  • aliki barnstone
  • brilliant books
  • black satin
  • the art blog
  • cecilia ann
  • lynn behrendt
  • margaret bashaar
  • alzheimer's poetry project
  • clair becker
  • all things said and done
  • afterglow
  • sandra beasley
  • afghan women's writing project
  • emma bolden
  • sommer browning
  • Alcoholic Poet
  • stacy blint
  • tiel aisha ansari
  • mary biddinger
  • american witch

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 44 other subscribers

Archives

ars poetica: the blogs c-d

  • michelle detorie
  • lorna dee cervantes
  • julie carter
  • natalia cecire
  • abigail child
  • linda lee crosfield
  • jennifer k. dick
  • roberto cavallera
  • juliet cook
  • maria damon
  • cheryl clark
  • lyle daggett
  • jackie clark
  • flint area writers
  • CRB
  • cleveland poetics

ars poetica: the blogs e-h

  • sarah wetzel fishman
  • hayaxk (ՀԱՅԱՑՔ)
  • jane holland
  • joy harjo
  • jeannine hall gailey
  • maureen hurley
  • herstoria
  • maggie may ethridge
  • elisa gabbert
  • julie r. enszer
  • elizabeth glixman
  • Gabriela M.
  • bernardine evaristo
  • carrie etter
  • amanda hocking
  • human writes
  • ghosts of zimbabwe
  • carol guess
  • jessica goodfellow
  • Free Minds Book Club
  • liz henry
  • joy garnett
  • pamela hart

ars poetica: the blogs i-l

  • sandy longhorn
  • joy leftow
  • renee liang
  • meg johnson
  • language hat
  • donna khun
  • gene justice
  • maggie jochild
  • Kim Whysall-Hammond
  • irene latham
  • Jaya Avendel
  • lesley jenike
  • megan kaminski
  • amy king
  • laila lalami
  • lesbian poetry archieves
  • las vegas poets organization
  • emily lloyd
  • IEPI
  • miriam levine
  • sheryl luna
  • a big jewish blog
  • diane lockward
  • kennifer kilgore-caradec
  • charmi keranen
  • dick jones

ars poetica: the blogs m-o

  • ottawa poetry newsletter
  • mlive: michigan poetry news
  • the malaysian poetic chronicles
  • majena mafe
  • sophie mayer
  • marion mc cready
  • january o'neil
  • iamnasra oman
  • nzepc
  • sharanya manivannan
  • maud newton
  • michigan writers resources
  • michelle mc grane
  • wanda o'connor
  • Nanny Charlotte
  • adrienne j. odasso
  • caryn mirriam-goldberg
  • motown writers
  • new issues poetry & prose
  • heather o'neill
  • My Poetic Side
  • michigan writers network

ars poetica: the blogs p-r

  • rachel phillips
  • nicole peyrafitte
  • joanna preston
  • Queen Majeeda
  • ariana reines
  • split this rock
  • susan rich
  • kristin prevallet
  • helen rickerby
  • sophie robinson
  • maria padhila
  • nikki reimer

ars poetica: the blogs s-z

  • Trista's Poetry
  • southern michigan poetry
  • womens quarterly conversation
  • switchback books
  • tim yu
  • vassilis zambaras
  • shin yu pai
  • ron silliman
  • tuesday poems
  • Stray Lower
  • scottish poetry library
  • sexy poets society

  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • memories of my ghost sista
    • Join 44 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • memories of my ghost sista
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar