you should know, I only meant to recite a poem of love and gratitude but seeing you tonight? forgive the weather that pinches buds into cries of burst leaves—for the runoff between April’s thighs. sudden weather by me February 1st 2021
Alongside all my other projects, I’m working on pulling together a collection of erotic haiku and poems. Thought I’d post some along the way. I want to write one erotic poem for each week of the year—many already written. This is part of an effort to gradually collect all my writings in one place. These for my belovèd muse, Erato, the muse of the erotic, poetry and lyric poetry.