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Editing the Erotica Issue

1Crocuses glistened. Sparrows throbbed.
2            Would he approve
3            Of her nipples of mauve?
5A father of four, he is nevertheless kittenish.
6Her skirt had a stuffed look, which could only mean she was wearing ruffled panties.
7Oh, nutritious mound of sprouts.
8Richard and Regina had been friends for a long time.
11Richard throbbed. Regina glistened.
13'Oh, excuse me, I thought everyone was gone for the night,' she says, foaming at the ears.
14Her heart throbbed, and the surgeon saw that it was glistening in there.
15    'Quickly! More crumpled wet sheets!'
16He carries me upstairs under one arm, like a chicken.
18            Monday acted like he never knew me.
19Dear editors: I have been waiting years to share my expertise in this very special field of writing.
20Are you even glistening? I'm throbbing to you.


4] flaps: pendants to a garment or a hat. Back to Line
9] woodylicious: woody-delicious (where a "woody" is slang for an erect penis), a neologism. Back to Line
10] velour: velvet (French). Back to Line
12] Zamore: play on "it's amore" (Italian)? Back to Line
17] hickey: skin-sore caused by a persisting kiss.
toonie: two-dollar coin (Canadian). Back to Line
21] Oranges: a description of her full, succulent, curvy body. Possibly an allusion to the "members of a former cult known chiefly for its belief in sexual freedom, led by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (d. 1990) and so named because of their orange robes" (OED, "orange," n.1, S5, cf. "Orange People"). Back to Line
 What thou lovest well remains,
                  the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
                or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
    Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
Ezra Pound Pisan Cantos, LXXXI