by Curiouswife
nothing much new under the sun. Have you read Milan Kundera? I really enjoyed this poem, the abrupt use of cum usually bugs me, but in this case, it was more clinical, an observation, distant.
is, I guess, how they are erotic without being erotic. How, in them, sex is less than ecstatic, as in most poems here it usually is, how yours so often are melancholic or depressed after a sexual encounter. That seems so much more real to me than most of what posts here. I appreciate that. Well done. Very well done.
. . . are consistently among the best poems I read here, when I read. A comment from me is long overdue, which is why most of this comment will be general. I don't think I've commented on your writing before, don't know why, and shame on me. There is so much "erotic" poetry to be found in the New Poems that is not erotic at all, and it's a pleasure to read the majority of your poems. As to this poem, the last strophe struck me as weak, and I'm not sure you need it at all. It could be loped off, to the poem's benefit, I think. -- TheRainMan
Great way to express the way one can feel after round after round of sexual contexts. They all start to seem the same after a while. You reminded me of things I had quite forgotten. Bravo.