She speaks burgundy birds
blue gold wings flowers indolent on her breasts
she moves slowly her hair curled tightly
hands skimming my thighs she whispers into my ear
I want you my vulva shivers clenches
her mouth takes me her
tongue tells long dancing stores of flight stars darkness burst
fingers flicker in my bones
she enters me in the moment when my blood begs her
hard deep light lifts from my lips
whirls moves tightly her mouth shivers
birds appear in my hands
my toes skim stars
I'm wings in the night sky crying out in her breasts
my hips wetflowers
- Chrystos
quoted in
http://www.arcane-archive.org/religion/hinduism/yoga/tantra/neo-tantra/lesbian-sacred-sexuality-1.php According to
http://www.sappho.com/poetry/index_contemporary.html, "Born off-reservation to a Menominee father and a Lithuanian/Alsace-Lorraine mother, Chrystos is...both political and erotic. Her poetry collections include...In Her I Am, Fug[i]tive Colors, and Fire Power. [She] received a grant from the National Endowment of the Arts in 1990, a Lannan Foundation Fellowship for poetry in 1991, and the Sappho Award from the Aestrea Foundation in 1995." She's 65, a very young 65.