Tags
Beltane, erotic poetry, praise this sleaze, rump, rush and gush, slick with sweat, sodomy, sonnet, vulgarity
— on Beltane (May 1st)
Summer heat in the forest. Green rage, haze.
Too hot. Too sluggish. The wind-bells don’t stir.
The birds don’t stir. Too sultry for dull praise
and dull ritual — Only the lover
and the witch stir; all who pray erect, wet
to touch, open to air — Only lovers
whose skin sheens, whose kisses come slick with sweat,
who cum as gushings, downpours, flood waters.
A touch of sodomy between the trees.
A touch of vulgarity; satyrs blush
when they see us together. Praise this sleaze
and all that it has wrought. Praise rush and gush,
the tongue in your mouth, the flesh of your rump
in this haze; all that is muscled, round, plump.