"Presenting: Entomological Eroticisms " is a poem where you see the biology nerd child, the ferocious and genderless lover, the ornate poet, and the musing philosopher in me all at once.
This poem can be found in the 2022 Beyond Queer Words Anthology.
Presenting: Entomological Eroticisms
I
I will no longer feel shame
for wanting to love you inside
a pumpkin in a humid,
early autumn cream soup of violets
and sweat so thick we almost
faint into the pumpkin’s
squirming seeds and tendrils,
a smile stuck fast on our sticky mouths.
II
Will you cling to the back of my neck
with your mandibles or present me
with an aromatic display
of pheromones emanating from inflated fibers?
Oh! I’m so captivated!
Oh! So compulsively engorged!
Each of your 4 wings goes 30 beats per minute,
at approximately 36 mph
tearing microscopic holes in my aorta
and this illusionary dimension.
Your compound eyes promising me
I’ll find a place to belong.
III
In between the salty red scales
on your belly grow these little hairs,
they are white but sometimes purple
with an iridescent green.
Always wriggling, sipping
the earth as you slither
always calling me,
begging for my mouth.
Who am I to deny such decadence
to one so humble in their flagrant hunger?
Why I think I might just fuse my lips,
black tongue, and good sharp teeth
to your body. Let the rest of me atrophy.
Become your sensation.
IV
In this cavity called body, I am limited.
There were too many bones
so I ate them.
Too much skin
so I dissolved as fluid.
Nearly blind, I am a feeling thing.
A sac of sensation and underdeveloped hypotheses.
And you are too.
You are also not what you are
and we don’t know who each other are or aren’t,
or how we’re not and never and sometimes
then again we could be but perhaps not.
But when we are one we know we are, “I Am.”