Sex is at the heart of all poetry and all existence.
The buckey and it's phallic blooms of beatuty
The iris and the oyster, the hearsickcall for love
The youngster and the oldster....ancient themes and avant garde
Odessyeus and Penelope, the snails in our back yard
Sublime and funky, inspired or crass
Sex is truly at the heart of every poets craft
and I truly love the way you flinch your ass

buckey= buckeye tree
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survival, attraction/beauty, recombination/sharing is at the heart of sex
sex is at the heart of life - life is at the heart of poetry
- don't talk to me 'bout these subjects ! I warn you, I can go on for hours - beeing a biologist myself (among countless other things...:) - allan
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sex IS life....regardless of what the religious right might say......I say Fuck 'em....hahahahaha
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well thats a truth with exceptions (as always) - ever heard of parthenogenesis ? ever prodded into the privacy of the dandelion ? have I tould you the tale of the coelenterate larvae ? - life is more creative than you think, though true engouh often fucked up by us humans - allan
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Sex contains all, bodies, souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk, all hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the
passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth.
Walt Whitman (1819-92), U.S. poet. A Woman Waits for Me.

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I'll leave the dandelions and coelenterate larve to write their own poetry....for the human, sex is life (i still maintain)...whether we love it or hate it, write poems, fight wars, end wars, beat ourselves with switches to avoid thinking about it or burn books to avoid it...sex and love are life.....pen:):):)