Sex Poem

Brief me erotic with endless grace.
Feed my roots.
Fill me until empty threads itself gone.

We speak of starlings
dancing murmurations
moving through us
rare and rendered sacred.

Beneath Pandora’s shadowed sky
we claim witness.
Brief me erotic
plant your secrets ‘tween my thighs.

Brenda Warren 2016

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11 thoughts on “Sex Poem

  1. I don’t always hear poems in my head with a dramatic voice the first time through…but this one, I did. I especially like the line “Beneath Pandora’s shadowed sky”.

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