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Poetry Contents -- Archives from 1998 - October 2003

"at one o'clock, / long hairs drape over the naked curves / the combination flows down beautifully"
Our Weekend - Dara Prisamt Murray (10/15/03): "The heat of our loving / burned the pages / off the calendar / as our hard and heavy breathing / hastened the hands of the clock"
Clara Bow's Panties - Doug Draime (10/08/03): "He kept them for / 40 years in / an antique / oak chest,"
My friend, the doorman - Terrie Leigh Relf (10/01/03): "I hesitate / but just for a moment / crawl into his eyes / his mouth / swirl the scent / of him / around my mind"
Unease - F.W. Morris (09/24/03): "That night I wanted to put my tongue inside you / lick the thoughts that make your voice tremble"
Blast Off - Dennis Mahagin (09/17/03): "She's got me scissored again / on the rattling entry hatch/ of the overloaded General Electric washing machine / a pair of her soaking wet panties / strapped like a bandana around my eyes"
Scenes from Poon River Anthology - D. Xiano (09/10/03): "Down at the G-spot Pool Parlor / Where four-hour foreplay / Flourishes with fellatio"
Making Poetic Love - P. Dolltony (09/03/03): "Tonight I'll write my poetry across the canvas / Of your body, my willing blinded accomplice"
If I Touch You - A. Mcleod III (08/27/03): "If I touch you / my mouth against the gentle curve of your neck / Could you resist the desire to scream out my name"
Variations on a Feline - Miriam Axel-Lute (08/20/03): "I don't have a pussy / I have a bobcat / It sleeps a lot / sometimes for weeks on end"
flower fantasia - Ethany Lee (08/13/03): "What a dream it would be / to have lilies lie down in bed / with my sunflower lover and i"
You Do Me - Jaden Bradley (08/06/03): "Feared desire / Living denial / What you give me / Thrills me / Cheap and sluttish / Your whore"
Ying Yang Blues & The King of Pain and Pleasure - Dorothy Bates (07/30/03): "for his skin is cream and honey / and his mouth is pomegranate / and the King of Pain and Pleasure is his name."
And You Rode Thru Me, Galloping - Sarah A. Peterson (07/23/03): "head thrust back / quaking"
Breakfast - Gwendolyn Mintz (07/16/03): "you pour milk over corn flakes"
The Karezza Waltz - Cheryl Stiles (07/09/03): "kneading my breasts / with your hands into hard loaves. / You call out for rye, / salt, more oils."
Lust - Dora Graham (07/02/03): "Imaginings of crisp fruity wine / and bloody mary shooters filled with / plump juicy oysters / that slide sensuously down my throat / make me crazy wild with desire"
The Bond Maiden & Skinning a Man into Submission - Arlene Ang (06/25/03): "Flesh is warmed by one-night stands / between aromatic oil and fingers."
Necrophiliac's Dilemma - Leah Makuch (06/18/03): "Sometimes you would play dead for me. / Mouth agape, tongue over bottom teeth, palms exposed / in silent supplication. "
Flesh Night & How This Works - John Grey (06/11/03): "You're part lifeguard / part miracle worker / and I'm Lazarus with a hard-on."
Solitarily - Rodney Terich Leonard (05/07/03): "apartment 5C / on seventy-third and fifth / means baby oil / sixty minute hush every other Wednesday / food again"
After Bill and When You Went Away - Dorothy Bates (04/30/03): "I never told those guys that after work / you wore my high-heeled pumps / and stretched them into ruins."
Torrential - Jim Amos (04/23/03): "touchmetouchmetouchme / reach out of your tiny shell"
Night Meal - Claire Young West (04/16/03): "I used to come to bed hungry / starved and determined to devour you"
Honey Dust - Jovian Grey (03/26/03): "I'm exhausted, love...utterly worn down, ground down, ground to dust."
Rock Candy - Doxy Wringer (03/19/03): "He used to rip me apart / Like a kid with a Crackerjack box / All sticky carmel fingers / Rammed to the wrist / Digging for the prize"
Your Thumbprint on My Forehead - James R. Whitley (03/12/03): "The scent of your sex on my oily fingers the morning after / the lip prints smudged on my wineglasses, on my chest"
Lipstick and You Look Good - Lon T. Ryden (03/05/03): "i like wearing your lipstick / but not necessarily on my lips"
the incense buddha - Adrianna de la Rosa (02/26/03): "makes you want to start out once upon a time / in the back seat of a car with a boy / & something got triggered / & then there was a flow you couldn't stop / and his hands were that insistent / and all the time he smelled just like that incense"
Skin Against Brick - Nick Lehner (02/19/03): "If you had shoved my faltering body against the rough brick and used one hand to pin my throat and the other to clasp my wrists above my head and you kissed me, hard, and when I turned my face to stop the kiss you moved your hand -- your left hand, I imagine -- from my throat and slapped me?"
A Hotel in Memphis - Stephen Blackmoore (02/12/03): pillows strewn sheets thrown overboard / overzealous survivors of a burning Mississippi paddlewheeler
Haiku - Allen Jaye (02/05/03): Copenhagen chill / the warmth of his mouth / on my dick
Sex & Peace Contest Winners! - Aria Williamson, Arlene Ang, Sheela Ardrian (01/29/03): Our three top winners and two honorable mentions, with very original takes on the required theme of sex & peace & new beginnings.
Negation - Elizabeth Graves (01/22/03): "Chewed two inches off the length of my hair / that once I'd braided and used as a brush / to paint Chinese characters down your thighs and up / the length of your cock."
Trilogy - Dean Johnson (01/15/03): "I am haunted / By passing women with lavender scent / Whose red hair curls and bobs"
I Had to Do Something to Put You to Sleep - Bill Noble (01/08/03): "I heave you over on your back and yank your legs apart. / I bite your neck and hump, bite and hump and whisper: / How many men do you want?"
The Case For Bestiality - Rebecca Lu Kiernan (01/01/03): "At times I worship him, others I think / Bestiality should be legal / And some men who shall remain nameless / Should be strictly limited to goats."
The Night Old Man Chucho Tried to Fly - Maria Ercilla (12/25/02): "I'll never forget the first time I made love / It tasted like wild strawberries / It was summer, the moon a white marshmallow / stuck in the sky right over our heads"
Fetish - Arlene Ang (12/18/02): "I confess that something about / clean sheets sullies me / leads me to cross my legs / in fear of unstopping steam"
Noontide Assignation - R.S. Leyse (12/11/02): "How have I managed to become something dreams / are made of, as effervescent and ungraspable / as an approached mirage?"
Passing you in the hall a week after the women's sensual gathering - Miriam Axel-Lute (12/04/02): "fitting your breast / into my far too little mouth / while my girlfriend took the other"
Fantasy Within a Natural History Museum - Essa Èlan (11/27/02): "I just wanna make a mess of you / leave you unhinged obscene / scatter your neat pamphlets along the desk"
Breakfast - Wendy Hammond (11/20/02): "I want breakfast / served on the side / of a morning fuck, steaming / coffee, sweaty sheets / a soft touch"
Cheap Thrill on a Warm Day - Mickey Z. (11/13/02): "a lucky droplet of sweat / sliding slowly and seductively / southward down her coppery skin / into the depths of her impressive cleavage"
Raw Pink - Jan Hastillo Brown (11/06/02): "Thighs and cheeks soaking into the sheets, / Sticky, heated sweetness-musk, / Gift from the raw pink."
Angel - Amber Reese (10/30/02): "You are angel, on clouds, on feathers / soft, sexy skin / you breathe and undulate / beneath the pulse of my body"
Dreaming Beneath My Skin - Anthony Beal (10/23/02): "To tie you up in tailored chains / Of ink and perfumed paper..."
Lover - Sharon Wright (10/16/02): "Soaked in sin, I grin / and finish the entire length of you / disappearing inch by sordid inch"
The Understanding - Emmilee Adler (10/02/02): "I find I cannot breathe / in the presence of my spouse / My lover tries to understand / Like this baby?"
Insatiable - Veronica Strega (09/25/02): "Darkness, hungry / humming with crickets / spinning webs, diamond strong / threads of stars"
Ode to Botero - Ilanna Mandel (09/18/02): "Egyptian cotton sheets / wrapped around the designer poster bed / your wooden leg by the dresser / you hold me, tell me filthy jokes"
Performance for One - Kendra Tornheim (09/11/02): "One of those nights when the sky was the deepest lake of blue, rippling into curtains and shadows, I followed you, side-slipping out the driveway door..."
Girlie Love - Dee Daniel (09/04/02): "Nothing like it / giggling / roller coaster of delight"
Animal - Maria Cicchino (08/28/02): "The words you scream / The names you call / I am your fuckable whore"
Lying Naked - Trevor Landers (08/21/02): "I imagine her, lying naked / with fulsome breasts / telling the truth"
I Didn't Want - Jim Tolan (08/14/02): "I didn't want to fuck you in the burned-out building / last night because, in your long purple dress, new / European shoes, and nothing else to complicate..."
Aching - Ceridwen (08/14/02): "missing you wanting you / desire quickens / flutters in my womb / like first stirrings of a child"
Born Again Virgin - Summer Rogers (08/07/02): "If the important sex takes place in the mind, then the loss of virginity is trivial"
Barnes & Noble and Yogurt - Joe Fusco Jr. (07/31/02): "But all I can see is that vicious wave / that knocked the top of my wife's bathing suit / down at Kennebunkport Beach in Maine last summer"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
Light and Flakey - James Smolens (07/24/02): "I'm in each morning for donuts /centers filled with the creamy sight of her"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
Unravel Poem - Aaron O'Neal-Herrera (07/17/02): "She yawns and stretches her lean, / sweet anatomy, like a long vanilla pod"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
To a Pasta Lover - Lorri Lambert-Smith (07/10/02): "You are semolina smooth / from your angel hair / to your ditalini toes"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
Milkshake and Tortilla Song - Sarah A. Peterson (07/03/02): "dark sweet red wet strawberry / shimmer / hidden juice / mouth 2 mouth / we exchange souls for glory"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
Your Core - Bernard J. Schaffer (06/26/02): "there's so much personality / in your dark deep delectable / utterly respectable / sought after and collectable core"
Only Lover - Cynthia Marie (06/26/02): "Deep purple midnight / My wild tears belie the truth / silvery diamonds that rival the stars"
Bay Motel Night - Dean Johnson (06/19/02): "You dressed in black lace / I kissed your face"
The Picture - by Kimi Goodrich (06/05/02): "She tantalizes / and she knows it / so she spreads her legs / ever so slightly"
Euphony - by Carol Allen (06/05/02): "An arrangment of movements..."
Puddle of Desire - by Kay Allen (05/29/02): "DREAMING... / my heart opens wide / my legs do the same"
Housewife in Heat & My E-Mail Man - by Lorri Lambert-Smith (05/22/02): "Last night I dreamt I was making love to / Jose Feliciano. He called me belleza, preciosa / my sweet. I woke up smiling. All day / I catch myself singing Feliz Navidad."
just so story - Sarah L. Walters (05/15/02): "She’s stretched out on the couch again, paper thin / translucent from the martinis / and still unfolding"
State of the Union -- Jennie Orvino riffs on sex, violence and her new CD (05/08/02): "It's interesting, though -- I feel less inhibited talking about blow jobs and anal sex than I do talking about my anti-war politics."
Wrinkles - by Wry Welwood (05/08/02): "There's some wrinkles I enjoy / getting steamed out with my woman / More than twenty years we've been exploring / fingering oiling and tasting / the salt musk music of each other's wrinkles"
Printemps, Ete, Automne, Hiver - by Boots Gibbons (05/01/02): "Fuck your heads off, ladies, wrote Sade. Head, according to Man Ray, contains more holes than the rest of the body all tolled..."
Things we do alone - by Dorothy Doyle Mienko (05/01/02): "Who doesn't love masturbation, or the way Santiago Baca talks about his penis..."
Pull - by Jenn Wilson (04/24/02): "She had a lover once who pulled thick / handfuls of her hair, tangled / deep near the roots"
The History of Wanting - by Jade Blackmore (04/17/02): "In that shadowy partition of time / Between innocence and knowing / You accosted me with an unattainable notion / All leopard-skinned laughter and prowler's charm"
Now we are not so young - by Derek Adams (04/03/02): "Charlotte James / plays games / with my head / in bed"
Sheets of Music - by Brian Turner (03/27/02): "Her eyelashes curl like the flags of 32nd notes / sound of end-blown flutes made of bone, and cane / with castenets in the distance, as far as her fingertips"
Lips (Two) Parting - by Lucy Ransdell (03/27/02): "i am most in control in your bed / mouth to chest, lips to head"
How To Seduce Me - by Lytton Bell (03/20/02): "Be able to cry without effort or shame / Love your mother / Smoke weed in your back yard / Be late for staff meetings because you paused / to admire a red bird
j.lo & some guy in a dream of mine - by Craig Sernotti (03/13/02): "she's gonna send copies of this / to p-diddy & / mtv for making the video / (she told me so)"
late bloomers - by Cass King (03/06/02): "I do too, I say / I bloom late / the brush of breast on breast / too exquisite to be framed by / flannel blankets"
Happy Hour in Malibu: An Erotic Memoir - by Richard Calhoun (02/27/02): "Pulchritudinous lasses / Like foxes they're mad / Posing and preening and scantily clad"
Sex While Driving - by Leonore Wilson (02/20/02): "Under the steering wheel / that sang over my neck / like a dark star, I hid my face"
A Day at the Beach - by Annette H. Baldao (02/20/02): "Shamelessly, I take your hand and / trace the silhouette of my skin / reminiscent of writing your / name in tepid white sands"
Pancakes and Syrup - by Bill Noble (02/13/02): "I've brought to you these dinnerplatter pancakes/ red-lipped apple slices, medallions of emerald kiwi"
Presidents Day and February 14 - by Mike Alexander (02/13/02): "It's already half an hour past eight / when you arrive, an intern with a great / set of credentials, here to stimulate"
Overbent - by David Stein (02/06/02): "I asked for directions..."
Jump and Honesty - by Greydon Winters (01/30/02): "is it shallow to / love you for / your cock?"
Saturday Night Rendezvous - by Leah Makuch (01/16/02): "Tonight it could be the pink one / Tiny raised nubs, wide base, one double-A battery from my walkman / But the purple one has nice dimensions"
The Halo and Gross Indecencies - by Derek Adams (01/09/02): "A grey-haired pinstriped city gent / masturbates rhythmically / his eyes riveted / on the young, black and obviously / gifted penis"
Korean Snapshot and Summer - by Adrienne Lee (01/02/02): "I am your sister, her long, brown legs / moving skyward / across the back of her / high school boyfriend"
Since You Ask - by Lorri Lambert-Smith (12/19/01): "My nipples are neither brown nor pink but a watercolor blend of both and so soft when your fingers pass over them"
Pretty Persuasion - Selena Anne Shephard (12/12/01): "I check between my legs / to see what gender I am today / I find nothing in particular except / an old beat-up baseball mitt / and two dozen rose petals / "I must be a boy," I say to myself / though I can't be certain"
The Open Door - by Alison Daniel (12/05/01): "Who understands the logic of desire / black swirls alternating between pink / and black imprints"
Tested - by Marcy Sheiner (12/01/01): Three years later I am still getting tested / Six months, say the clinicians / Eighteen years, a counselor friend told me
Sheet Lightning - by Rebecca Lu Kiernan (11/28/01): "Charging relentlessly with every intention of turning me / Inside-out."
Sucking Your Suicide Popsicle - Cher Ladd-Vuolo (11/21/01): "you live like a child / sucking suicide popsicles / while cherry juice streams down / your arm"
Sixteen at the French Disco - Deborah Bacharach (11/14/01): "I lick my lips. Spaghetti-strapped / Seattle girl, striped and flounced / by the can-can skirt, black and white / bought cheap on the Champs Elysees."
Divining Rod - Robert Gibbons (11/07/01): "The other day I said I'd rather give you an orgasm than a house / You quoted it back to me the next day on the highway"
The Vase - Sandra J. Lindow (11/07/01): "It is a tunnel, a cave, a yoni, a church / the place through which you come and go"
Cunt Costumes - by April Hewitt (10/31/01): "my pussy aims to please / therefore it's always / properly perfumed / primped and / poised in perfection"
The Gift - Leonore Wilson (10/24/01): "What is it when your husband sits on the bed's edge in a damp towel, the atlas of the world opened in front of him like the wings of a beautiful monarch"
Aria Surrendered - by Essa Élan (10/24/01): "Preserved, like petals pressed between pages, my melody haunts your bed"
Juncture - Jennie Orvino (10/17/01): "What if the compulsion to war / was really a longing to be touched"
Sonnet de Trou de Cul (Sonnet of the Asshole) - Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud, 1871, translated by Slim Volume (10/17/01): "Dark and wrinkled like a violet carnation/ It sighs, humbly nestling in the moss still moist from love"
Anatomy Lessons - by Kenneth Wolman (10/14/98): "I lay with you in a motel bedroom of pastel cinder blocks..."
breaking the girl - by jianda johnson (10/28/98): "hoary, / (not whorey) / i knew"
bound to a muse - by heather corinna (11/18/98): "That sharp scent slivers / through the pores and the fibers / of clothes worn near to you"
On Her Decision to Stop Wearing Clothes - by Mahadeviyakka (12th century) (11/25/98): "...who can rob this body / Of its own treasure?"
Pussy Galore - by Deborah Bacharach (12/2/98): "The first day I wore / my Pussy Galore t-shirt / in public no one hit me."
Sitting Out New Year's with My Wife - by Hsu Chun-Ch'ien (12/23/98): "From wine we fish daddy-longlegs, / In rice dumplings we search for wild plum."
That Soup - by Gary Mex Glazner (1/12/99): "She wakes me / with her new / gloves. / Takes me in her hands. / Takes me in her mouth."
Borrowed Tongue - by Kathleen A. Kelly (1/19/99): "'Isabella, ¿qué crees del amor?' / the married señor asks me / over vino tinto and tentacled pulpo a la plancha"
Pensionnaires - by Paul Verlaine (1/26/99): "The one was fifteen years old, the other sixteen / And they both slept in the same little room."
Milk Moustache - by David Gilley (2/3/99): "Dipping his long red oar in the bowl again and again..."
Talking - by Trista Beard (2/10/99): "You rock me. You push and pull / at my straps, at my buttons. Keeping / your hands moving. Keeping time."
Surprise, Surprise - Anonymous, 12th century Arabic (2/24/99): "Nizam the pederast, whose delight in boys / Was known throughout Bagdad, one afternoon"
Browsing - Adhara Law (3/10/99): "her hands on his back, on his stomach, on his cheeks while clerks go about their business"
(Untitled) - by Georgia A. Popoff (3/17/99): "The habañero sauce bottle, the pepper grinder, both phones, your pillow, our sheets are all stained by your scent."
Winter Fruit - by Gerard Van der Leun (3/24/99): "'They say that the heart is like a rose,' she whispered from within the frozen whirl of the wine-dark sheets. 'They say that, but I know that the heart is really like an orange.'"
Return to Inferno [excerpt] - by James Ballantine (4/1/99): "I returned to these two souls / Who seemed tormented so when / I last was here."
The April 1st Extra Edition
I Didn't Come Here to Look at Vaginas - by Bob Sloan (4/7/99): "My warm, wet, wanton dream / squats naked over a dollar"
Let me brush away protest with your hair - by David Steinberg (4/14/99): "Let me brush away protest with your hair, / unbutton passion with your blouse, / stroke red blood into your pale lips"
More - by Scott Urban (4/21/99): "She thrusts her hips at me. / 'It's good,' she whispers. / 'You're good. But I want more.'"
Intransigence - by Stacy Vincent (4/28/99): "No, I want to feel his warm wrinkles / smooth out in my mouth, and / his gently swaying balls / bouncing limply on my lips"
The Priest Who Peeked - Guerin (5/5/99): "Up to her chest she pulled her gown / And did of all good deeds the one / That women everywhere want done."
Kama - by Peyton Ashe (5/12/99): "He was that one and she his, ad infinitum, / all their armor discarded for charity, a feast of affection, / the belief of midnight suns, simple: love."
Mashed Potatoes - by Deborah Tobola (5/19/99): "It's 1 a.m. and I am between lovers, the one who sent me a knife / and the one who gave me this stole, the mink."
Mango Pantoum - by Eve Stern (5/26/99): "You have to strip them, / take their skins off: / tongue them slow and tender."
Desire - by Virginia Weil (6/9/99): "When you awake, if you awake, / you will find my hair upon your pillow, and your heart upon your sleeve."
Making Love by the Light of a Burning Building - by Patrick Stephens (6/16/99): "Making Love by the light of a burning building / Blood red Kali's glow bathing your body in writhing light. / Flames reflected on sweat drenched skin."
Slips - by b.phlecksi parmella (6/23/99): "He caught a glimpse of Her at aisle 5 checkout / "We should get together sometime ..." / oh so very lame"
The Hundred Year Old Woman - by Jay Scheckley (6/30/99): "So I carried her 85 pound, pewter-haired self to the real linen sheets. / In bed she giggles like a musicbox; she tells wonderful stories."
The Sizzling Seniors Extra Edition.
the bones want to fly - by Mary Anne Mohanraj (6/30/99): "I will lick all the way down, and take you / entirely inside my mouth / until you lose yourself / until you are no longer bound / by earth and skin and bone"
The Sizzling Seniors Extra Edition.
Grace - by Patricia Smith (7/7/99): "Grace me with all 60 seconds of this moment, / this cluttered syrup, this orb of gold, this / neon matchhead, this exhalation of tongues."
down on you - by Kurt Newton (7/14/99): "trace my tongue / along each hidden recess..."
sexoxygen - by jianda johnson (7/21/99): ".fucking is, / like breathing / up down out in / CPR he gives me going / down and sucking it"
If She Didn't, They Would Have Heard About It Tomorrow - by Jen Larsen (7/28/99): "She knelt, and knew / how stiff a cheap carpet is / like kneeling on rice and praying / for absolution"
Old Ray - by Holly Day (8/4/99): "we sat together on the wrought iron bench / in the park, clumsy hands unwrapping / sandwiches he made for us"
Vegetables of Love - by James Bertolino (8/11/99): "here was a woman whose orgasms / were vegetable -- when she came, / it was as a plump turnip or stalk / of chard."
Mean Statistical Position of the Society of Romantic Poets! - by John Gloaminger (8/18/99): "We met on an outing organised by a mutual friend. Hiding behind my camera, I ogled B. A. Kosmic or "Lady B" (as everyone seemed to know her) through the lens."
hiking south - by Heather Corinna (8/25/99): "There is / the longest stretch of skinsoft road / on the path your lips start to traverse / between my own, / and the soft cradled canyon between my hips."
Oriental Bath - by Daniel Varouzhan (9/1/99): "O let me kiss the fingers which you plunge / Into the henna-box like a bleeding heart, / And kiss your frankincense-anointed hair / Which in the moonlight will perfume the pillow"
Tongues - by Karen Alkalay-Gut (9/8/99): "You turn me this way and that / at times woman, / at times man - / always turning, curling."
comfit - by Gayle Brandeis (9/15/99): "I want to roll you / in sugar. I want / you crusted sweet."
Untitled - by Hala (9/22/99): "this flake of moon..."
black thorn rise proud: The Vampire Song - by Kristine Hawes (10/6/99): "fingers, sculpture, of ivory and bliss / move steadily toward / a thin blade of human flesh"
Secrets - by Rochelle Mitchell (10/6/99): "You sip your weak beer / While your bloodshot eyes follow / The seam of my fishnet stockings"
Girl in the Mirror - by Bill Noble (10/13/99): "Her eyes watch his watching / her. She traces the abundance of her body / with her hands."
Her Body Awakens - by Mary Anne Mohanraj (10/20/99): "She emerges from the river / and waits. Waning moonlight clings / like her sari, crimson silk stark / against her young body"
J+H=66 - by Kris Bierk (10/27/99): "A handful of skirt lifted like peeking out from behind curtains. Kneeling before her like a sculptor, slides a thumb into the cracking clay and with hot wet whiskey breath (exhale) clears cobwebs and sawdust years."
Limerick - by Raymond Sullivan (10/27/99): "An actress abroad in Tibet"
Oyster - by Kathleen A. Kelly (11/3/99): "Ghost air recites the legend of Morrigan; her copper hair / cropped close, Cuchullain's blade pulsing in her veins"
2 AM - by Dorianne Laux (11/10/99): "When I came with you that first time / on the floor of your office, the dirty carpet / under my back, the heel of one foot / propped on your shoulder"
Gypsy Tattoos - by James Bertolino (11/17/99): "There is a suburban Gypsy woman / who has the same prayer / in 23 languages / tattooed over torso and limbs"
Seeing God in the Face of Your Lover, You Become a Fish - by Deborah Tobola (11/24/99): "You have never been to Japan. / You have never seen the fish / called sea bream, its meat carved like petals"
new erotica - by toshiba roosevelt (12/1/99): "Then later, our bodies barely touching / in a narrow bed, silvery trails drying on our skin, / we did not speak at all."
Coda - by Celia White (12/8/99): "He drinks from the river"
Impressions - by Chad Snoddy (12/15/99): "i can still smell / you / on my sheets"
Beasts and Blossoms - by Chloe McKye (12/22/99): "She broke then, the smell of her orgasm washed through the grass and spilled over me. It had the scent of torn blossoms and bees wings."
Suicide and Other Limits - by Brian Boyd (12/29/99): "She has to be careful to move in steady, gentle circles"
Spooning - by Gary Mex Glazner (1/5/99): "Together chest and back, ribs to rib."
Quickie (A True Story) - by Lil Larramie (1/12/00): "'You want a quickie?' / 'You bet, I'll race you!'"
To My First Love - by Scott Poole (1/26/00): "As my scrotum falls away from my leg"
Pinkest Places: A Haiku Sequence - by John Sheirer (2/2/00): "haircut / her breasts / an inch from my face"
Orange - by Sabina C. Becker (2/9/00): "Press your thumb / into the navel. Softly."
Emergency Room - by Kim Addonizio (2/16/00): "He asks if I've been tied up before. I tell him yes, and he wants to know for how long."
George Washington, Lover - by Greg Hewett (2/23/00): "If only we could make revolutions / make love"
Snowman - by Sean-Thomas Farragher (3/1/00): "One winter / my wife and I / built a snowman / of ice and string"
Common Garden - by Anna Isabella Aragonese (3/8/00): "Inevitable as the tortuous tendrils of squash and cucumber, luxuriant as my crop of basil, bursting with seed like the fat red tomatoes I can't even give away at the end of the season"
I/You - by Karen Alkalay-Gut (3/15/00): "mid night / nerves vibrating like taut cat gut"
Paolo and Francesca - by Duane Locke (3/22/00): "Paolo chained himself to an antique chair"
Arch - by Celia White (4/5/00): "He made a sound I didn't recognize."
Snake Priestess - by Kit O'Connell (4/12/00): "Pythons curl around your wrists / pointed black heads pulled back / to strike"
Petals - by Gary Blankenship (4/19/00): "but I knew he bought them / from the Cuban on the corner / of Fourth and Spring / to assuage his guilt"
Now That I'm Done - by Scott Poole (4/26/00): "Wait, I'll take a shower in warm coconut milk with one woman and some lightning and a waterfall to watch in the distance."
Signatures - by Bryan Murphy (5/3/00): "Tenderly, I bite my imprint on you: / a bloom for you to savour or conceal."
In My Hunger... - by Georgia A. Popoff (5/10/00): "Spread / sonnets / on each thigh / like jam"
Blossom - by Bob McCranie (5/17/00): "...You had that sound about you, that look / of wonder and revelation and oh, God, don't stop."
That Constructive Remark - by Kimberley Chase (5/24/00): "Without warning, / it leaves your smiling lips..."
Typographer's Turn-On - by Colleen Crary & John R. Platt (5/31/00): "Will you caress / my descender"
The Cocktail Waitress at Faces Cafe - by Padma Jared Thornlyre (6/7/00): "I do not know why you/ abandoned me. Abandon me/ again, that I may observe/ more closely."
Motel - by Virginia C. Weil (6/14/00): "Sex is a dangerous spell. / Your words change meaning in the night, / alchemies of orgasm penetrating language."
Reciprocal Angels - by Janet I. Buck (6/21/00): "Reciprocal angels in drafts of clouds. / Remember lights for reversing dark."
Tea - by Gary Mex Glazner (6/28/00): "Steam is the first sip / touching the air with taste."
Avocado - by Gayle Brandeis (7/5/00): "Sylvia Plath has a poem where she likens pears to buddhas/how they ripen like fat buddhas on the tree."
From the Erotic Feast Edition
Figskins - by Elizabeth Pallito (7/12/00): "From the shop window, the figs beckon to me plumply./ Their scrotal perfection would sit nicely in the hand/or just fill the mouth"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
The Sausage Parade - by Martha Silano (7/19/00): "Helmut, all-hands-in-the-pot/simmering shallots, 6'2," 220; sweetness soaked (lawyer by day, Braunschweiger by night)"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
A Moment of Grace at the Feast - by Sabina C. Becker (7/26/00): "He knelt between her knees/and prayed with the fervor/
of ascetic desert monks/breaking a long fast"
From the Erotic Feast Edition
Neighbor and Red River - by Molly Fisk (8/2/00): " I want you closer. I want you to pull me inside you, open your warm skin like a raccoon coat and wrap it around me"
What We Did - by Chad Snoddy (8/9/00): "We slept late into the day, smoked unfiltered cigarettes, made love twice, fucked once..."
The Frog Prince - by Lawrence Schimel (8/16/00): "Lying naked atop the sheets in the summer heat"
Off The Cuffs - by Brian Boyd (8/23/00): "Last night you were the rose/ sleek and dark, almost black."
His Pants Were Full of Bread - by John Q. Holden (8/30/00): "The man pulled down his zipper and small birds of dough were released into the wind."
Ink Stains - by Debra Boxer (9/06/00): "It says, listen, honey,/Open a window and let down your hair.
Raise your skirt even higher/ and howl like a wolf at sunset."
How Do You Make A Screaming Orgasm? - by Shanna Germain (9/13/00): "Start with an ounce of slow soft strokes/ Combine two pats of butt with a whisper/ of tongue against teeth."
black moss and a foot in two worlds - by paulo da costa (9/20/00): "heels digging into grapes, it was love/ stomping through the eve in granite vats"
Bridesmaid - by John Birkbeck (9/27/00): "She said if she died first/ I should get a tall Nordic with long legs"
Tease Tease - by Susannah Indigo (10/11/00): "Fingers dancing down my spine/tease tease/pretty please"
L'Etreinte - by Kathleen A. Kelly (10/11/00): "Two emerge in open embrace/ draped in their bridal chamber"
I Do - by Bill Noble (10/04/00): "I want to shape new sounds from the satin of your skin -- shallis, honnelated, sweence..."
Ebony Woman - by Count of Shadows (10/04/00): "Ebony woman, deep in my past, how fast can I return/ To the simple sexual appetites of more honest times?"
Foreskin - by Brie Beazley (10/18/00): "He revealed light brown skin as his clothes piled at his feet./ Then I knew/ we had to draw him."
The Fragility of Things and Gasoline Poetry - by Isabelle Carruthers (10/18/00): "holding my breath for a kiss/ filled by mouth/cock and fingers"
Double Exposure and I Went Home Last Night With Stella - by Pasquale Capocasa (10/25/00): "With a flutter, he tucked himself neatly between her and the bench/ grabbed the shoulders of her summer dress/ and pulled sharply downward. "
I Want You - by Hawkwind (10/25/00): "Lover, I want you/ I want you so hard that I am surprised you can't feel it singing between us"
For Joe - by Bob McCranie (11/01/00): "Last night we drowned God one sip at a time, blue glass on the night stand, blue glass rolled under the bed."
Watching Leaves Blow In The Wind - by Gary Blankenship (11/08/00): "Once she used to say/ I drew into her so deep/ she could taste me in the back of her throat."
You're Never Like This - by Carrie Becker (11/08/00): "But here you are, breaking all your rules, giving the guy in the white T-shirt and baseball cap your number -- the real one."
playing with fire - by Ceridwen (11/15/00): "I take his hand and lead him / up the steps to the Pure Air Pavilion / under the blue Kuomintang flag / I unzip his jeans"
One Soft Kiss - by Lisa D. Link (11/22/00): "The Beginning of Us. / One soft kiss, / Familiar, remembered. / Still brings rise, / to the down on the nape of my neck."
A Lover's Complaint - by Sabina C. Becker (11/22/00): "You like to / watch me / putting on / stockings."
Piques - by C.J. Sage (11/29/00): "The woman in the porn film gets it long and hard. / The men surround her, their pelvises like screen / doors in an all-day wind."
Luna llena - by Anna Isabella Aragonese (11/29/00): "What light, what heat, what burning, keeps me awake tonight? / Tea, milk, rum - nothing works, to greet the pre-dawn blue"
Warmth in Winter - by Armstrong Paynter (12/06/00): "Now in winter solstice / The wan sun on our bed"
Metaphors for Not Merely Friends - by Amy Holman (12/13/00): "A lit match is erotic, / and his head is bowed to guard the flame, / his head is near her lap."
Bite Me - by Shona Lennox (12/13/00): "Flat. / Almost inverted. / Pink, darkening towards the edge, disappearing in the man hairs it nestles in. / Like it's twin, still, soft."
Fluids Linger - by Carol Weis (12/20/00): "The smell of your fluids / lingers between my legs / the lusty odor of our / love loiters in my groin"
something new, something more - by Donna Michele Hill (12/20/00): "there is nothing new or exciting / about when I do laundry, bending / down sorting lights from darks."
Ella Habla Desde Su Entre Pierna (She Speaks From Between Her Legs) - by Kelley Beeson (12/27/00): "After legs, comes hips, tangle of hair, / the weeping conversation of her sex."
One Long Breath - by Elaine Thomas (12/27/00): "the silence of our mouths / which need seek no confirmation / of that which we know is right,"
In The Realm - by Aonie de Sade (1/3/01): "I spent time / walking in your gardens / fucked in your pagoda / and dreamt in the heaven / in the realm of your senses"
Believer - by Mary Akisame (1/3/01): "There is nothing quite like / having the cock of your first true love / pressed against your smooth white ass"
Incantation - by Liana Hemmett (1/10/01): "As you wake I whisper a charm / in your mind and hold you there, / spellbound. Your clothes on the floor / lazing"
Light. Suffuse. Distilled through Light. - by L. Schutz (1/10/01): "Man / comes to your window. You try to close it, but the wood is stuck—it is spring. It sticks, swollen damp, and you cannot close it and he comes through the window / and calls you sister."
Unrequited - by John Birkbeck (1/17/01): "Your idiot lover goes slack-jawed / after another tedious ejaculation / while you ride his lap laughing"
Indigo - by Calamity (1/17/01): "Indigo imagined Seth / She moved her hips, vapor-fucking him / His hair, his eyes, his sweet mouth"
The Naiad - by Darrell Patrick Brown (1/24/01): "life along the river was good."
Sex in the Supermarket - by C. E. Laine (1/24/01): "I wear my thoughts / like a technicolor trenchcoat, / and I am naked beneath it."
Matrix - by Gail Rae Hudson (1/31/01): "I said I liked the smell / of leather but that's not / what you asked."
The Body - by Moshe Benarroch (1/31/01): "as we learned / each other's body"
sundae games - by Ceridwen (2/7/01): "let your strap slip reveal freckled shoulder / stroke your breast thumb grazing nipple"
Half Shell - by Haze McElhenny (2/7/01): "I like the dominance / of your mouth your / words / demanding that I / - suck - your - cock -"
The Final Fuck: The Parting of Legs and Ways - by Cher Ladd-Vuolo (2/14/01): "I know with this fond farewell/ I am truly fucked./ Mind, body and soul."
carolina rain - by Donna Hill (2/14/01): "we awake to the sound of morning drizzle/ and for what is to be the last time/ in a long while, hold each other near"
Daffy-Down-Dill-Time - by Bill Noble (02/14/01): "We're squatting on the bedroom rug, and are we kissing!—no idea how we got started—kissing 'n kissing, hands yarning all over each other, naked the way we mostly are in the morning..."
Helpless Pleasure - by Jay Packard (2/21/01): "Helpless, blindfolded / I only hear your voice now"
In Praise of Your Cock - by Jade Blackmore (2/28/01): "The sweet protrusion / That ruled my life for months
Slow Trains - by Susannah Indigo (2/28/01): "Sophistication pales / against the rhythm of slow trains"
34B - by Annette Marie Hyder (3/07/01): "Huge Mammoth Hooters / mine are not."
The Trouble With Clothing - by Claire Young West (3/07/01): "Uncomfortable / she realizes she is clothed / needs to slip into the covers of her bed / bare"
sloppy seconds - by Gwydion McCarthy (3/14/01): "he loves you / i know by / this heat / this wet / this salt / this scent"
The Synthetics - by Geneva Barnes (3/14/01): "The photos in the magazines / erect dicks angling at the sky"
fellatio is not an italian opera - by Robert Aquinas McNally (3/21/01): "her tongue drove thrusting / through lover's hungry lips / forth and forth / back and back"
Public Places - by Stazja McFadyen (3/21/01): "there were multiple moments of lust / in so many public places that naked July / my thighs still quiver in private"
Morning Water - by Gary Mex Glazner (3/28/01): "Shimmer, her sex / rippling, as I fingered wet"
Buttered - by C.E. Lennon (3/28/01): "He spoke softly / of buttered bottom"
The Stud - by Verian Thomas (4/4/01): "On the bed lies a man / basking in the glory / of his first night performance."
I Sexualize Everything - by Jonah Raskin (4/4/01): "I make every symbol into a sexual symbol / Roots & Flowers / Cigars & Caves"
Slut-faced, lips open, eyes - by Count of Shadows (4/11/01): "She’s standing at the corner: slut-faced, lips open, eyes / the color of fuck-me-harder / tonight"
Lucrezia Smiles In The Dark - by Alison Daniel (4/11/01): "bound and gagged, tormented hips shimmy / as the idol of the vatican hangs upside-down"
Working - by Cinthia Ritchie (4/18/01): "They moved his desk / closer to mine / and now I can't get a thing / done because of the way / he smells"
Shackled - by Heather Blank (4/18/01): "he wants me in corners / against the wall / behind me / blind"
This Is How It Feels - by Priya Khanderia (4/25/01): "when you go down on me / wind blows fragrant / through my garden / from your hungry lips"
self stem - by Lynne Douglass (4/25/01): "sitting alone outside / in humidity / hair wet / skin damp from shower and moist air / minimal cotton panties only"
Moon Shot - by Bill Noble (5/02/01): "Throw back the blanket roll./ Brace them legs out good and wide. / Clench ‘em. Stretch. Let that desert air / sweet talk ever’ little hair on your body."
Signs - by Cheryl Strauss (5/02/01): "Invitation to the feast of you / wanton appetizer / with your white caviar / the salty pearls that let me know"
The Speed - by Jeremy Hurewitz (5/09/01): "I sit and marvel / at the symmetry / of her leg "
Mistress and Wife - by Marguerite Colson. (5/09/01): "sometimes he needs to grab / the untidy hair of his mistress / smear her mouth across her face"
Bad Data - by R. Cerf (5/30/01): "Watching a downloaded flick of the redhead / with a strong vibrator and pierced clit / her cries filling his headphones."
Words They Gave Us - by Jennie Orvino (5/30/01): "Cunt, pussy, slit, beaver / names my mother wouldn't even spell."
Flash Poetry - by Gary Blankenship (5/23/01): "Stop at 28 / her hand / squeezes one last time / We'll finish fucking on the stairs."
White Vinyl American Girl - by Max Scratchmann (5/23/01): "She leans against a big American car / like a crucifixion."
Missing You - by lauren d. hudson (5/16/01): "Desiring your touch / i begin to recall how it feels / to have your strong hands pulling my hair..."
Wife and Other Woman - by C. J. Sage (5/16/01): "his wife slid from one / to the other / with ease"
Flash Poetry - by Gary Blankenship (5/23/01): "Stop at 28 / her hand / squeezes one last time / We'll finish fucking on the stairs."
White Vinyl American Girl - by Max Scratchmann (5/23/01): "She leans against a big American car / like a crucifixion."
Words They Gave Us - by Jennie Orvino (5/30/01): "Cunt, pussy, slit, beaver / names my mother wouldn't even spell."
Bad Data - by R. Cerf (5/30/01): "Watching a downloaded flick of the redhead / with a strong vibrator and pierced clit / her cries filling his headphones."
The Writing - by Jenn Wilson (6/06/01): "There is no metaphor I haven't torn apart. I am tired of the word succulent. I've had trains rush through my tunnel, coaxed open petals, seen God, and writhed atop."
An answer for my friend - by Patrick Meighan (6/06/01): "You ask me how / a poet approaches / this thorny business / of sex."
Indian Giver - by Belladonna (6/13/01): "Intoxicated, moonless night, I flew / heavenward / On your cock, aromatic, enlightened"
Cucaracha Blue - by Sharon L Calhoon (6/13/01): "Last evening's memories / my pounding head / immense thirst / the dream's bright colors."
You Taste Pink - by Eve Feral (6/20/01): "You taste pink / Like clouds at dawn over the ocean / Like ribbons on little girls dresses / Like watercolors."
why you write - by john e (6/20/01): "how a leg swings / is really where it's at; and that / crack in the plaster you saw, until / seeing wasn't enough?"
My Parents Were Missionaries - by Joe Hackworth (7/25/01): "Pull my hair, she cried / talk dirty to me now!"
Red - by Renee Carter Hall (7/25/01): "I only tell them I'm going to my grandmother's./ The basket's a clever façade / an excuse to meet him / in the darkest, deepest part of the woods"
Mellifluous Abundance - by C.L. Weis (8/08/01): "You settle into me like you / own this patch of land"
Working Sisters: Tessa, and Roxanne - by shadowJewel (8/01/01): "high, high plastic boots / caress, irritate the place / only just covered / by the pretend leather skirt"
November Twenty-Sixth - by Bill Noble (08/08/01): "Both your lips said kiss me to the darkness / so of course I did and lick your tongue"
Decisions - by Leigh Kirkland (08/15/01): "I hadn't planned on staying / I was reaching to pick up my keys from the table / when he hooked two fingers in the top of my jeans"
Bus To Seks Street - by Tina Hess (8/15/01): "A stench fills the city bus as it roars with voices / I hide away in the silence of my newspaper / to read of a girl raped two days before"
Dreamy to Him - by Natasha Blue (08/29/01): "Dreamy to him, these fractions of time with his daughter / whom neither the stage or another lover / would ever own again"
In the Eyes of Pavlov - by O (08/29/01): "On my knees I kneel before you / reflected in every glistening bead of sweat / that courses down your chest"
Sex Education and Beyond - by Corey Mesler (09/12/01): "I literally learned it on the streets / watching my older, rougher friends / imitate dogs."
In the Park Tonight - by k. marie (09/12/01): "I wear nothing underneath / Except taut brown nipples & a hot wet cunt."
Pain Sonnet - by Mistress Dolores (09/19/01): "One day you went to work with sandpaper / Taped to your shirt over your nipples "
Beyond Fucking - by Dee Rimbaud (10/03/01): "In the bloodless last hours / Kisses are bramble sweet"
Cobalt - by Mz. Conduct (10/03/01): "You jumped head first into my veins, but I opened up and caught your flow."
split you - by john e (09/26/01): "i'm going to split you / uh huh that's right"

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