ALL SEX ALL THE TIME

Everything is made of sex

Even when the woman yells

In the airport at the people

The throbbing crowd tensing out

To stop fighting she's had enough

That is sex

The air around stills and that is sex

Taking shape

The sex holds the angered air

Rippling tense taut electric

Asking someone to give it shape

The fact of her stilling us

The fact of her holding us

When we want to be controlled, 

contained in the face of our torment

That we are arching out before

Her voice seeking the sex

Of her power to calm us

To carry into ecstasy that which

We are screaming to each other for

To guide us there

Why won't you do the thing that gathers

Each to each and lifts us into

One of nine circles of heaven

Why won't anyone of us show our wings

And take me deliver me to what I'm crying for

And she did she took her voice and molded

It into atmosphere

Into the wings that gathered our cries and both

Became the flex of feathers and held the feathers aloft          

For each of us to turn and find the envelope surrounds

Where we came from: held, tight, bursting out

The tears, wet, the fear, laughter,

her voice, our tongues, our cheeks, her wings, 

the sweat of everything, sex.

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FEEL UP THE LIGHT

I swear if how do I make love

to the world is wrong then call me

Jesus and crucify me  The day

my halo arrived it was raining  The lord

was raining   It was all playing

through the pain  The lord was

ourselves as reductive strategy and color

me love   Call me queer to explain

my irrational crimes of humanity  Sex

forgets we were more gatherers

than hunting   though we do hunt

to fill the void we hold onto

as a sign of our depths    Nuts,

berries, dandelions make tea and salves

from the forests where we echo

that are no more real than fields

of skies behind skies behind skies  But

we repeat bury the moon down

through our inside layers our

blood of dead supernovas

as strategy as sinew as

bending reaps anyone becoming

which is still really all of us  Heroes

harvesting always other people   you

get down on your knees to feel up

the light on its way   hurtling

from universes away   dying

to become us

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"Women and love are underpinnings. Examine them and you threaten the very structure of culture." —Shulamith Firestone

"there is no politically neutral art." —bell hooks

"Everyone loves a neutered lesbian." —Amy King

"And where that language does not yet exist, it is our poetry which helps to fashion it." —Audre Lorde

"Lesbians are not women." —Monique Wittig