Poetic Interlude LXII

Gentle Reader, today’s featured poet is Audre Lorde*, in our continuing celebration of queer poetry for Pride Month 2014.

Pride Month 2014

Love Poem
Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.

And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed
from the split cup
impaled on a lance of tongues
on the tips of her breasts on her navel
and my breath
howling into her entrances
through lungs of pain.

Greedy as herring-gulls
or a child
I swing out over the earth
over and over
again. 

*********

Audre

Audre Lorde described herself as “black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet,” and was a celebrated activist for the bulk of her life. She never stopped fighting for her own rights and for others, and I am entirely certain that I cannot do her justice. Go. Look her up. She’s an amazing woman. 

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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1 Response to Poetic Interlude LXII

  1. Pingback: Post the Sixty Ninth: AN EXPLOSION OF PRIDE | Whimsical Adventures of the Reverend Doctor

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