I’m new to writing both poetry and erotica, and this is really scary to share! Especially with her. Slightly inspired by Audre Lorde (Uses of the Erotic as Power) and Ursula K Le Guin
How fully can I feel in the doing? Yes, it must penetrate deeply, echoing through those walls that surround it, destroying the illusion of separation between the feeling, the doing, the doer, the done to. Yes. Yes.
We hold a long glance,
a thought I’ve had before, I yearned but didn’t know the way. I might now.
Our fingers gently intertwine,
a new interpretation, a reimagining. What is possible beyond what I’ve been shown?
Our lips brush but hold back,
a consideration, a prediction. What if? Can we just try it on a while?
We peel off each other’s clothes, our masks
an exercise in vulnerability. A sharing of who we are and where we’ve come from.
We lay down close and share giddy smiles,
a lightness, an alignment. What if there is no end? All we have are means. Joy in the process.