The Advocate alerted me to this special occasion and so, since it affects me, I must blog about it. For readers in love with the written word, it must be noted tomorrow wraps up Canada's National Poetry Month. It's true, The League of Canadian Poets claimed April for their word-tinkering, coffee-drenched verse and I am compelled to honour their efforts. Tonight, I will give you a spot of poetry to mull over, or perhaps even lust over. While I was completing the undergrad degree, I was invited to participate in an Erotic Poetry Night hosted by the campus wellness centre. Needless to say, the event was dominated by queer women. I wrote the tamest verse of the night, but, given my prudishness, I'd say this piece is a little racy.
Enjoy:
Efflorescence
Published Nov. 22, 2007
My fingers trail her collar;
They recognise this place
Long before my eyes recall --
Her love is
A shadow in my blood
A palpitation in my soul
With one mouth
We pull each other’s
Poetry out
Our tongues tracing slow circles
Across our secrets,
All those untold stories...
The swivel of her hips
Is so intentional tonight,
She is perfection with her skirt around her waist.
She is mine with her tights around her ankles.
Holding her is
Incandescent --
She annihilates my room.
© Miz Moffatt
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How saucy. Know what else is saucy? Voting. How? Well, because I decree it. The Advocate has 24-hours left to garner all the votes possible in her bid to win The Best Travel Job Ever. She has campaigned herself into a half-crazed state and her efforts are blinding in their success. In her last update, she alerted followers of her astounding rise to 18th place. But, to hold on to a space in the top 25, she needs you to keep sending your votes in. Don't let the girl down, now -- make sure to push those votes before the deadline tomorrow.
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