We loooooove April. Sure, the weather’s a little unpredictable and it’s allergy season for some, but it’s also National Poetry Month! Our friends at Poetry.org suggested “30 Ways to Celebrate“, and we’ve got our own way to honor the art, craft and joy of poetry. We call it 30 for 30 (Twitter hashtag #30for30), and over the course of the month, we’ll be posting one poem a day from community celebrities to poets with enduring legacies. Granted, we’re two days behind, but consider the Arabian proverb:

“All mankind is divided into three classes: Those that are immovable, those that are movable, and those that move.”

 

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So here we are, movin’, with our a-little-belated-selves. Today’s Poem of the Day comes from Diana Bùi, the featured poet at 14th & V for Tuesday, April 3, 2012:

This is my erotic
by Diana Bùi

Queer is my sacred
unwavering boundless self
This is my erotic

Erotic is my own
it is the thoughts of climatic touch
The primal innate lust
The tongue of pleasurable radiating communication
between another and self
The love that transforms the sexual into sensual
all over mind, body, and soul
The foreplay of accepting embrace
into mind-blowing all encompassing passionate

orgasms.

I would love to have orgasms
as my political power to my identity
In question
How many times have I’ve been ambushed by
self-righteous militants of homophobia
Invading my queer with fear’s artillery
Waging war on my sex
when my sex is necessary
when this is who I am

Queer is standing right here.

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