By LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Copyright ©2024
Chinese call the vagina “orchid boat,”
The blotchy darkness universal man
First changes places through on win-lose seas
Of birth, still wearing this name on his tongue,
Air-tight, invading dreams’ closed crescent eyes.
Urge-surfing leads adults to orchid boats.
So fragrant, orchids flaunt their pouty lips,
All speckled, veined, and sloping — — mossy knolls
That hide a clitoris, magenta depths.
Closed circuit guardians — — mind, shame — — cannot
Prevent concupiscent fixation. Lust
Arrives and alters all priorities.
Fickle as foam, when wet an orchid boat
Propels time towards its splashier affairs.
About LindaAnn LoSchiavo:
A native New Yorker, Elgin Award winner LindaAnn LoSchiavo is a member of British Fantasy Society, HWA, SFPA, and The Dramatists Guild. Current books: "Messengers of the Macabre," "Apprenticed to the Night," "Vampire Ventures."
Forthcoming: "Cancer Courts My Mother" (Penumbra, March 2024).
Seeking a home for an oven-ready erotic poetry chapbook "Eros and His Entourage."