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THREE VARIATIONS ON DESIRE’S ALPHABET

04 Saturday Feb 2017

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inanotherdirection:

“How many licks” – Lil Kim

I need a new word. The ancient mothers had tongue,

but I’ve lost how to read. The Chinese call it, “Tian yin.”

The Greeks, “Aidoioleixia.” The Welsh, “Gweinlyfu.”

The Tamil, “Vay neṟikkoṇam.” The Nepali,

“Yoni mukhamaithuna.” But for the rest of the world

it is simply “Cunnilingus,” or “Kunilengus,” or

“Cunnilingio.” It sounds like a medical term. The fruit from

the Tree of Diana would never taste like how that word sounds.

The Mystery is there, on the tip of our tongues, I can

almost hear the proper words, like trying to decipher

the chaos as the Goddess of the Hunt brings down the old boar;

at the climax we all make noise that sounds like sacrament.

][

“… how summer learns to end.” – etherlighter

Mother Lilith, progenitor, what breeds

deeper disquiet in the human heart

than this celibacy that only bleeds

the soul of ecstasy, sets us apart

from the Divine? Debauchery, speaking

in tongues, music: they hold truths and secrets

that the piety of silence, lacking

epiphany, can’t find. When you say, “sluts

and whores,” you speak of prophets. We all die,

Lilith, but not all of us have to numb

our souls first. First Mother, First Wife;

let the world burn, even Augustine’s lie.

Orgasm: it’s the closest that we’ll come

to the Divine in this short, little life.

][

Babylon, man-child,

grow up, there is

more to riding off

on a foamy white

horse, a jism of

release, never to

return, the patriarch

will fall for he is

blind, somewhere

in Rome hidden

from view rests

Saint Hripsime’s chemise,

made of sackcloth,

which rubbed her

right there when

she walked, for even

martyrs are full

of desire, much

like in Boccaccio’s

Decameron, in

the first story of the

third day when Masetto

becomes a gardener,

who “tills the soil

and makes barren

plots fertile,” discreet

easing of the pangs of

lust among the bold

sisters and abbess

and though Hripsime

was a virgin Pier

Paolo Pasolini showed

us how Christ treats

those who put horns

on his crown, they are

the true

children of heaven.

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slices [haiku]

18 Wednesday Jan 2017

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erotic haiku, ghostsista, poem, Poetry, sheismadeinpiland, spilled ink

ghostsista:

fruit left uneaten
pulpy slices juice-curled hair
burden of wanting

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gosto [taste]

18 Wednesday Jan 2017

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ghostsista:

TASTE

Full of the mystery of taste.
Reckless with my mouth.

Throbbing fruit
fresh. My mouth

on your skin. A light kiss
with the touch

of the tongue.
Suck your

fruit; with a grip,
howling, and hair

pulling. Strange
fruit.

][][

GOSTO

Plena do gosto da mistério.
Afoita com minha boca.

Latejando de fruta
fresca. Minha boca

na teu pele. Um leve beijo
com o toque

da língua.
Chupo teu

fruto; com um aperto,
um urro, e puxão

de cabelo. Fruto
estranho.

chapped

31 Thursday Dec 2015

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chapped, cunnilingus with a kick, erotic poetry, home-made Brazilian wax job, hot wax, poem, sonnet, your shaved stubble

Just to see what it felt like, I took wax
from the stove and dribbled it, sluggishly,

through my thick pubes. Some say that they climax
quicker with pain. But the world is squirmy

with quick fucks. Tomorrow I’ll shave this mess
before work. Three years, gone — like that. Some say

that all they want is a slit-buzzed caress
from a talented tongue. The term, “foreplay,”

insults, who needs more than long lapping? Wrapped
up, as tight as we are — it’s a damn myth

that we somehow found peace. All my devout
prayer to your shaved stubble has left me chapped,

bleeding. This is not for me — and so, with
a jerk of the hair, I pull it all out.

sheds

14 Monday Dec 2015

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cunnilingus, dashtani, erotic poetry, heavy flow, menses, poem, Poetry, sheds, sonnet

Tonguing, leaving streaks between your cloven
lips, the spots where blushes and bruises bloom,

even during your heavy flow. Back then,
you said, you’d hide away in the bathroom.

Blood in your panties, soaked into your jeans,
and how everyone smirked. In the old tongue

even the word for menstruating means
hidden away, dashtani. “I was young,”

you said, “and Soviet-era tampons?
I’d just stay home.”
Now you press on my face,

here in the bathtub, as your uterus
sheds. I have streaks on my chin, red and bronze,

my tongue working you to a state of grace,
delving deep between your clit and anus.

][][

In Armenian, the word for menstruating, dashtan, (դաշտան), is the same root word for separation, dashtani (դաշտանի).

WARM BODY

17 Tuesday Nov 2015

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ghost smut, poem, shell of your own, snuggle close, sonnet, warm body, where the dead fall in love

When you finally take you last corporeal

form, I’ll bake you sticky buns, your favorite.

 

Until then, snuggle close; let sunlight, dull

and warm, filter through you. I love ghost smut;

 

where the dead fall in love. Slowly seven

dust motes move as your fingertip explores

 

my breasts, smoothing fabric taut; your ashen

touch. My skin is so alive your dead pores

 

gasp for breath. Will you be this mesmerized

with me once you have a shell of your own?

 

Or will I be just one more warm body?

Will you, who died for love and once despised

 

false hearts, leave me? Is it just flesh and bone

that makes you whisper lover’s vows to me?

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իմ երկար անձրեւոտ եղանակ

28 Wednesday Oct 2015

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Armenian translation, long rainy season, poem, Poetry, reblog, tanka

haykakanerotika:

իմ կրծքեր,

իմ բեռը —

իմ երկար անձրեւոտ եղանակ

im krtsk’yer,

im berry —

im yerkar andzrevot yeghanak

my breasts

my burden —

my long rainy season

ふところに乳房ある憂さ梅雨長き

(Nobuko Katsura, Japan)

Other translations of this poem:

The nuisance

of breasts –

a long rainy season

(Leza Lowitz)

gloom in my bosom

comes about by means of breasts

long monsoon rains

(Kala Ramesh)

Quel ennui,

ces seins!

Longue saison des pluies.

(French translation by Dominique Chipot & Makoto Kemmoku)

Dieser Schmerz, unter dem Kleid

meine Brüste zu spüren –

Regenzeit, so lang!

(German translation Oskar Benl, Géza S. Dombrády and Roland
Schneider)

乳房

的累赘 –

一个漫长的雨季。

(Chinese translation by Chen-ou Liu, 劉鎮歐)

the children of arba lijoch

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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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.

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“Cow Worship” by Gerald Stern

03 Saturday Oct 2015

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I love the cows best when they are a few feet away
from my dining-room window and my pine floor,
when they reach into kiss me with their wet
mouths and their white noses.
I love them as they walk over garbage cans
and across cellar doors, over the sidewalk and through the metal chairs
and the birdseed.
— Let me reach out through the thin curtains
and feel the warm air of May.
It is the temperatures of the whole galaxy,
all the bright clouds and its clusters,
beasts and heroes,
glittering singers and isolated thinkers
at pasture.

expectations

02 Friday Oct 2015

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expectations, middle California, part-time archaeologist, poem, Poetry, summer of 1993

We are loathed
to give such feelings
anticipation, mercy
to forests, trees of sap

In the hills of middle California
where entire mountains are cultivated
to be chopped down
right before the bulldozers & axes arrived
they’d send us, part-time archaeologists,
to verify that they weren’t destroying any,
“cultural remains;” all that summer & that heat
I walked one foot ahead of the bulldozers
looking for fire-cracked rock, obsidian,
anything to indicate that this swath
of trees, this valley,
these canyons, could be saved

and the trees held their breath
and the wind turned its cheek
as I passed by

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