Horny Haikus (after Eileen Myles’ Porn Poems)

Recently, I’ve been writing poetry again. Creativity is a funny thing - sometimes it’s a drought, like a hot dry Melbourne summer day, then all of a sudden, the heavens open. My most recent downpour has been related to sex. Maybe pleasure does something to the brain, blanks out the more literal parts so the subconscious can slip through. So enjoy some words that flooded into my mind while I was otherwise occupied.

The night calls, unclasp

your belt buckle, be ready.

Limbs open, eyes closed.

Fuck a slow burn. I’m

a wildfire, flames lick scorched earth.

Beg, plead, pray for rain.

Hold my hair back look

in my eyes when I receive

you, all or nothing

My left collarbone,

Your right middle fingertip.

Match made in heaven.

Two is company,

Three’s a crowd. Four? A challenge,

gladly accepted.

Under the full moon,

skin electric, hairs raised, wet

slick salivating.