Sex is a Chamelon

Sex is a Chamelon

A Poem by Livana Lowell

I love sex!

What? Don't be surprised.

I mean it's everywhere

It's in the fingers running through your hair.

It's in red passion smothered beneath the sheets

and purple sweat dripping down bodies.

But it's also in the sensual wind that caresses trees

and in the way sunlight kisses long, longing leaves.

It's in the way waves thrust upon the beach,

water penetrating land and drenching it wet

or the way the land swallows the sun and it orgasm

in a beautiful sunset.


Sex envelops my eyes

when they take in night skies

the way the night lays upon the chests

of hills and valleys and rests

until mornings spread her legs

and the seasons beckon one another

like anticipating lovers

and when my eyes gaze upon paintings

that whisper beautiful somethings

like music slipping into my ears

that have the power to well my eyes with tears

when they take in art and beauty around me.

All of it ends in an explosion

of bursts of blue, yellow, pink, and green.


Sex gives birth and not just in the physical way,

but in nature, art, language, and a lot of ways

It rolls across plains and mountains and music notes

into my body and now out of my throat.



© 2016 Livana Lowell



Author's Note

Livana Lowell
So I wanted to show the versatility of language through an interesting word, how words take on different meanings while trying to portray sexuality as something natural and neutral. Let me know if you got that from the poem. I think my grammar is a bit off, but I'm still working on it.

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I have often considered sexual energy to be the best muse of all! This is the universal energy that connects all the arts. Your poem shows us this by describing the natural occurrences of life using words usually reserved for the act of making love. I've gotten much inspiration from some of the excellent sensual writers on this website (especially Lydia) as to using sensuality blended with many other things we might want to write about, such as cooking or bathing or nature, etc. I was thinking about sexuality as a muse as I was reading this, when I finally got to your final stanza & you are on the same wavelength, as far as giving birth to all things creative. My only drawback is on the last line of the 2nd stanza . . . I'd love to see more creative wording to show colors.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I have often considered sexual energy to be the best muse of all! This is the universal energy that connects all the arts. Your poem shows us this by describing the natural occurrences of life using words usually reserved for the act of making love. I've gotten much inspiration from some of the excellent sensual writers on this website (especially Lydia) as to using sensuality blended with many other things we might want to write about, such as cooking or bathing or nature, etc. I was thinking about sexuality as a muse as I was reading this, when I finally got to your final stanza & you are on the same wavelength, as far as giving birth to all things creative. My only drawback is on the last line of the 2nd stanza . . . I'd love to see more creative wording to show colors.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As a long admirer of sex, I thought this had a lovely premise. I love how sex is not a specific action here but also a feeling you feel in a quiet moment by yourself. I think you could do more to express that overall metaphor. Maybe by straying away altogether from direct descriptions of sex and focusing only on describing common life events as sex like you do with
"Sex happens when my favorite song penetrates my ears,
when my eyes fill with tears
when they take in art and beauty around me.
All of it ends in an orgasm
in bursts of blue, yellow, pink, and green."
and
"But it's also in the sensual wind that caresses trees
and in the way sunlight kisses long, longing leaves.
It's in the way waves thrust upon the beach,
water penetrating land and making it all wet
or the way the land swallows the sun and it orgasm
in a beautiful sunset."
Maybe avoiding the same descriptive words, challenge yourself to find synonyms with words like penetrate and thrust that still have sexual connotations. I think the poem would better meet your expectations if the whole thing was describing common occurrences in a sexual way.
Maybe adding to the first opening shock value sentence, "I love the sex that fills my every orifice and sense. I'm not just talking about the physical meat slapping of two bodies though that is nice too. But also when my favorite song penetrates my ears, etc etc". A line like that could keep the sensual over tones of the poem as well and provide a smooth transition,
I could see a bit about the gasp/sigh after the first sip of a hot beverage. I dunno if you're a coffee or tea drinker but that s**t's like liquid sex. Alcohol too, I guess, but different kind of sex. Rougher.
But yea, great concept overall. Two thumbs up in the pink and one in the stink!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Livana Lowell

8 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your thoughtful review! I appreciate the positivity and critiques. I definitel.. read more
DB Heinemann

8 Months Ago

Sure thing friend! I'm just here to get reviews and give them.

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Added on November 7, 2016
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Livana Lowell
Livana Lowell

Huntsville, TX



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