Sense You by Gingerlox; Vicki P. McConnell

Sense You

Gingerlox; Vicki P. McConnell

Sense You is a selection of poems both sensitive and stirring. In its hands, mouths and words caress unencumbered by clothes, extraneous images or hesitations.

While in these poems gingerlox is most fully sensing her lover, she is also sensing you the womon reader, evoking womon lovemaking, and encouraging us to feel our own sweetness and strengths.

In the dedication gingerlox writes:

Mazatlan Lady offered me a -prism. Looking

through, I saw angles turn on bright image, saw

all new colours of womon-loving that even fin

ally included me. Saw light break over the

shoulders of all my sisters and show us not as

strangers again. Saw my own smiles from the

inside out even before they started. She is

the hand that reached, offered, and answered.

Gingerlox’s poems are about lovemaking or love poems with frequent sexual images of ocean

and flowers. They all convey the sense of touc ing and being touched. In ‘Through the Flower’, she sleeps by the ocean

The hammock folded into magic,

pulled me through the face of a flower

with blooms like crimson fists

that opened with a sigh

into soft fingers.

They are romantic poems with no harsh intrusions and no barriers between wimin, moon light, stars, woodwinds. New sheets are nominal barrier to your new love soft over me at the folds

Female bodies are gingerlox’s more physical landscapes. Lover’s lips, fingers, phrases trace skin, hair and bone, and embrace their rise and fall.

one bone at a time

my lips down your spine

your moon face rolls

underneath my chin

there is no better mantra

than your desire

your hands sliding off my bones

all bannisters and railings

that lead to inner passage

a sigh of nerves

the echo

of the love-ghost

In ‘Old Bone/Future Womon’, gingerlox returns with her lover to her mother’s house on a Kansas hill. She wakes early, senses them both and dreams of a future womon who opening the ground for the stars to sow finds lovers’ bones.

She will know

not to push the bones apart.

She will know

not to bury them again.

She will dream back to us

at twilight

after the rain

after the greening.

She will sight us:

that thicker patch of planting

where old bones feed the future.


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Details

Genre Poetry; Grier Rated
Publication Date 1979
Publisher Gena Rose Press
Language English
Rating Great
BookID 11310

Author: LFWBooks