Poem: Good Neighbor at Midnight

Good Neighbor at Midnight

By Shannon P. Laws

 

Must muffle your voice

orgasmic or sorrow

Do not disturb your neighbor
Do not worry your children
asleep down the hall

keep it in

Do not let any know the
parameters of your character
the highs and lows of what
makes your eyes tear

The new corners discovered
within your mind are too loud

 

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Event: WWU Erotic Poetry Night

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You are invited to Erotic Poetry Night

April 16th 7-9 p.m.

@ The Underground Coffeehouse, WWU, Bellingham, WA

 

What is Erotic Poetry Night?  The Associated Students Sexual Awareness Center on the campus of Western Washington University hosts this popular event.  Basically it is a poetry reading laced  with “safe sex” PSA’s.  I had the opportunity to share some poems at the event about two years ago and it was standing room only, with students hovering in the hallways listening to every syllable.  If you want an attentive audience, then work your way onto this stage!

Why I’m going this year:  a few weeks ago I was at an afternoon party and a guy who looked like he may be in his 50’s stated, “Kids these days just don’t have sex. Not like WE had back then.  AIDS scares them into staying virgins.”  Say what? It’s important to point out that this person also has two daughters in college.

As parents we can  keep our heads in the sand or realize that WHEN our children do have sex, perhaps during their first time away from home, places like the Sexual Awareness Center “empowers students to make safe and informed choices about sexuality and sexual health by providing a safe space for all students”

I’m excited to be back.  Below is one of the poems I’ll be sharing.  Come on down and support the effort—but get there early if you want a seat.

To learn more: http://as.wwu.edu/sac/

 

Discovery

He touched me
He touched me
The way
I wanted him to
The way
I wished he would
He read my mind
And he touched me

His fingers moved along the ridges
Of my galaxy in search of the ignition:

old crate of dynamite
hidden in the shed
sweats with glycerin
delicate to movement
so my love is for you

drop that box! start a bang!
kick start a star to life

use all fingers to read
me as a mystery novel
written in Braille
every bump, knob and dip
a conjunction closer to knowing
the riddle of Eve

you are a book
that must be read.
you are a question
that must be answered

 

-SPL

 

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Poetry: Sailing

Letting go
to me means
RELAXING
Do not stress
procrastinate
prolong
ignore
Let go of the tither
untie the boat
sail for open water
face temptations
fears of drowning
false beliefs
that await me
in the waves
Swells will
rock me
stars will
guide me
breeze will
cool me
Once the smell
of earth is gone
a seagull
will appear
marking the moment
my limits are
discovered

*A poem written during a poetry class 
March 2013