Today I happened to stumble on Black Satin, a blog of erotic poetry by Jacque Zyon. I’m reluctant to post an entire poem, but here to give you an idea of what to expect are the first few lines of Breathless, which won third prize at the 2009 Seattle Erotic Art Festival:

pulse–
steady…

upon my bed
her rose in bloom

and what do you do with a
rose?

you…
inhale…

marvel at its
many folds…

gently brush your lips against it

. . .

and so it continues: delicately expressed, all in metaphor, and at the same time quite explicit without ever using an explicit word. What I like about the poem is the way that even though it’s powerfully sexual, it’s dominated by a sense of tenderness and wonder.

The blog has only been going a short while, but I hope it continues. And that you’ll pay a visit. (Note: some of the poems do use explicit language. If that bothers you, you have been warned.)

You can read the rest of the poem here, and I hope you will.

Update: Two of the above links weren’t working. I’ve now corrected them. Nov 15, 2010