{"id":29273,"date":"2020-01-19T13:20:27","date_gmt":"2020-01-19T13:20:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=29273"},"modified":"2020-01-19T13:20:27","modified_gmt":"2020-01-19T13:20:27","slug":"sense-you-by-gingerlox-vicki-p-mcconnell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/sense-you-by-gingerlox-vicki-p-mcconnell\/","title":{"rendered":"Sense You by Gingerlox; Vicki P. McConnell"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sense You<\/em><\/h2>\n

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Gingerlox; Vicki P. McConnell<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

In the dedication gingerlox writes:<\/p>\n

Mazatlan Lady offered me a -prism. Looking<\/p>\n

through, I saw angles turn on bright image, saw<\/p>\n

all new colours of womon-loving that even fin<\/p>\n

ally included me. Saw light break over the<\/p>\n

shoulders of all my sisters and show us not as<\/p>\n

strangers again. Saw my own smiles from the<\/p>\n

inside out even before they started. She is<\/p>\n

the hand that reached, offered, and answered.<\/i><\/p>\n

Gingerlox’s poems are about lovemaking or love poems with frequent sexual images of ocean<\/p>\n

and flowers. They all convey the sense of touc ing and being touched. In ‘Through the Flower’, she sleeps by the ocean <\/p>\n

The hammock folded into magic,<\/p>\n

pulled me through the face of a flower<\/p>\n

with blooms like crimson fists<\/p>\n

that opened with a sigh<\/p>\n

into soft fingers.<\/i><\/p>\n

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<\/i><\/p>\n

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

one bone at a time<\/p>\n

my lips down your spine<\/p>\n

your moon face rolls<\/p>\n

underneath my chin<\/p>\n

there is no better mantra<\/p>\n

than your desire<\/p>\n

your hands sliding off my bones<\/p>\n

all bannisters and railings<\/p>\n

that lead to inner passage<\/p>\n

a sigh of nerves<\/p>\n

the echo<\/p>\n

of the love-ghost<\/i><\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

She will know<\/p>\n

not to push the bones apart.<\/p>\n

She will know<\/p>\n

not to bury them again.<\/p>\n

She will dream back to us<\/p>\n

at twilight<\/p>\n

after the rain<\/p>\n

after the greening.<\/p>\n

She will sight us:<\/p>\n

that thicker patch of planting<\/p>\n

where old bones feed the future.<\/i<\n\n\n\n\n\nRather than the title poem, I suggest you check local bookstores for a copy of Sense You or order one from [address given]. ~ Lorraine, Off Our Backs, Vol. 10, No. 9 (October 1980)<\/div>\n

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