I don't think erotica should be yelled.
"I agree. Americans often lose the subtleties of being erotic. Like what she's wearing tonight, it's subtle and very sexy." I smile at the woman he nods to. She's just wearing jeans and a cute top.
"Not quite black lingerie, wide fishnets, pink bunny ears and an open pink gown, is it?" I watch as the host of the erotic slam clunks down the spiral staircase in the back of the stage in her outfit: more a spoof of raunchiness than erotica. And not like she was trying to be serious, but I guess the Erotica Slam at the Poetry Slam Nationals was not quite what I had expected or hoped.
I feel erotica poetry about being properly loved up... poetry that makes you laugh... that makes you blush... that makes you cross your legs... and then cross them the other way... that makes you elbow your friend when you hear that first line of that poem and makes you sit up in your chair...
You know, something like that D'Angelo video, the one that makes all the women I know sit up taller as if looking at the television screen from a higher angle might allow a peak at what's just below the bottom edge... that makes us nod our heads or flutter our hand like that might make the camera pan down... just... an... inch... lower... please... we groan to the camera guy... and we all giggle about that shadow leading down to his...
Erotica is about the tease.
Or maybe I'm just spoiled 'cuz of Vejea and all. I feel the kind of poetry that makes a girl wanna be a poem... hehehe...
- Taalam Acey