Sex is a ChamelonA 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
AboutSooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..