• cybersex,  poetics,  zero-sum love

    Cybering ( #dversepoetics #cybersex )

    He came in a plain text wrapperNot the sort of package to turn her headNo warning that the contents could turn her inside outTurn life upside down Romance repurposedThrust her through the portalPlunged by a double clickInto unreal realities Garbed in boolean doublespeakVeiled in fifty layers of intrigueBound by neurotronic entanglementResistance was futile Pillow talk encoded in binaural beatsTexted breadcrumb trails between soulsSexted intimacyEmotion embedded in the vibrations of their cells Love’s illusions fashioned from ones and zeroes…Can it ever rise above a zero sum?In cyber everything is a lieand nothing is. ~Nara Malone The prompt for Poetics today is change. Click through to see what others wrote or to…

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    Poet Porn

    Typing poetry is like vibrator sexwords nailed downprecisely spaced insertionsunentangledemotional withdrawal method Writing longhandwords and thoughts entwinelike lover’s limbs one covering anotheremotional foreplaycreative juices flowing Poems don’t love a keyboardinsist on a gentle fingeringin roaming linesa slow-hand diddlepen over pagemaking love to words ~Nara Since the summer, I’ve been slowly teaching this writer brain of mine to rough draft a story on the keyboard instead of longhand. Full length novels drafted across several journals, tucked between poems, sketches and to-do lists, are not an efficient way to get that job done.  It’s been a war, me against the words. I thought I’d won. Then cleaning up the other day I…

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    Rope Burns (erotic poem)

    I burned themuntying each knotlining them up in tidy rowson soot-stained hearthan addict cutting lines. Bondagemy drugred lines of jutemirrored in flamegone to ash. Pre-dawnI prowled the yearshaunteddreamlesslistening to the soft creak and moanof foundation shiftsand memories like old rope trackssecret markscollaring ankleswristsneckcrossroads between breastsbetween thighssculpted impressionsrefusing to fade. Rope fingers phantom limbslingerteasing secret spots making pussy glisten with tearsmy eyes refuse to shed. Knotted cords glidewhiskery threads lickingfingers retracing invisible trackspinching the craving from puckered nipplesworking the feverish burn from quivering lipsrereading love stories written in shibari-Braille immersed in fantasynostrils flare drinking in musky male tongue twitching against tang achy knot bathed in heat of his release I lock…