I dreamt you hard, long before you came,
your Delphian frame flooding the gulch,
clutching at moist, glistering cavern,
quixotic slattern, craving percussion.
Yet here you are, no transient vagary,
flesh, bone and sex wrapped up raw,
carnality craved, raised from the floor.
Rough finger touch, deepfasthard
rip clothes, discard, feral roar.
Core muscles spasm, thrum on the tongue,
tightly wound wires unravel, undone,
cunt agonising for that firstfuckrush.
~ I’m interested in the whole Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus concept – men speaking Martian, women Venusian – and how this affects the different way the sexes write/read poetry and if indeed there is any difference at all. With this in mind, and as a Venusian, I set my self a challenge to write a poem that would appeal to both sexes but that weighed in heavily with what many would regard very male (Martian) language. Now that I’ve written it I feel that approaching it this way has allowed me to write in a very raw and honest way about sex without (I hope) tipping over into Erotica. I’d be really interested to know whether you (Martians and Venusians) feel this works.