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Let’s
Vanilla is so
unsurprising
just a little too subtle,
you leaned over smiling
winking a
lascivious wink
and whispered in my ear,
“Let’s be spicy.”
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Let’s – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Treasured – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Treasured
Sperm and egg
gametes and zygote
the arch of her back and the deep moan,
we writhed elated and glazed
and treasured that baby boy.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Performance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Performance
He was the consummate performer,
tongue so adept his
words filled her void
taking her to
dizzying heights
where the feeling lingered
and the sighs were long,
she moaned and
along the carriage
faces stared,
it wasn’t her stop
but her performance
was over.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Anything Else? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Anything Else?
The waiter hovered solicitous
as we divined the menu
a sumptuous poem for the palate,
a veritable bacchanale,
the candle flickered as we talked with passion
reordering our every moment of the day,
we rejoiced in the smells of the jus and the spices
chewing with tender delight
the fat on our lips glistened
while the gravy ran down our chins
we laughed and we sighed
meditating on every morsel and word
forgetting the world
indulging each other
I took your hand
you stroked my ankle
the waiter hovered once more
was there anything else
O yes please,
Oysters, shucked, of course
but at home we had a different feast.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Invitation
Solomon
threw wisdom out the window
just for a moment
as he lay with the woman from Shulem
who came to him in the night
naked, spiced,
sweet to taste,
whose garden,
that holy of holies,
was pure spikenard
fragrance of invitation
to explore.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: This poem references Song of Songs variously known as The Canticle, Canticle of Solomon, Song of Solomon, etc. which is part of the Jewish canon (from the scrolls of the Tanakh). The Song of Songs (holy of holies) is a poetic tribute to erotic love focussing on Solomon and an unnamed woman from Shulem. Solomon names her physical parts and she reciprocates, poetically, spikenard being the penultimate aroma of the vagina, or as Solomon says, her channel, or, her garden.
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Temperature Rising – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Temperature Rising
We started at zero,
undressing,
caressing,
falling,
sliding,
temperature rising,
sweating,
feverish,
a commensurate act
we were lost
over the edge
and then came back
starting at zero.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Key – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Key
Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Indescribable Point – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Note: In astronomy terms the zenith is a location point directly above you.
“Filled with rapture his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness.Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly … The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Indescribable Point
We reached for the indescribable point,
having left our anchored ordinary,
entering time without time,
and losing the rails of thought,
yet we knew a knowing,
as our bodies spoke an urgency,
to meet above ourselves,
and fall into luxurious abandon,
washed in desire.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Celebration
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Celebration
One summer’s dusk
we lay down in Demeter’s realm,
whispering wheat in gentle breeze,
fecund, abundant and lush,
a promise of tomorrow.
And there momentarily we lived abandon,
that little death let go,
when, suddenly,
so unexpected,
a kaleidoscope of butterflies
filled the air.
©Paul vincent Cannon
Note: a kaleidoscope is a group of butterflies, and Demeter was the Greek goddess of grain and harvest.
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Safe Satz
Safe Satz
No broken chord nor minor key,
nothing flat, rather,
a celebration.
Four steps sublime,
you liked my smooth sonata,
I loved your minuet.
We started low,
then transposed higher,
at first so slow,
then on fire,
as scherzo reigned,
we climbed the stars together.
Note: Satz is a German word for movement and means sentence.
©Paul Cannon
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