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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

18 January, 2005


*Long ago someone had asked me if I could write pornography; this was my tentative essay in that genre by way of reply. Later, I was told that it belonged more in the realm of erotica.

Those are honey sacs your lips,
perennially sprung:
opiate drips
for my tongue.

In your breasts’ ambrosial streams
my mouth slakes
the thirst of parched dreams,
as my body wakes

to life – or woos sweet death
in the final flood,
my final breath
expended in your luscious bud.




Blogger manisha lakhe said...

ex-saint, my dear james!

18 January, 2005 14:12  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

james..this is surely erotica at its swooning best..

18 January, 2005 15:54  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You excel in all genres of poetry! Erotica at it's delicious best!

18 January, 2005 19:50  

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