Warning: possibly offensive roman poem

Over on The Poem discussion board Roddy Lumsden's been looking for contemporary erotic verse. So far few suggestions. Neil Rollinsons got to be the front runner for living British writers, but check out this Martial - I wouldn't call it erotic...not to mention that Michie (the trans.) has toned it down a notch, partly to hit the rhymes.



Either get out of the house or conform to my tastes, woman

Either get out of the house or conform to my tastes, woman.
I'm no straight-laced old Roman.
I like prolonging the nights agreeably with wine: you, after one glass of water,
Rise and retire with an air of hauteur.
You prefer darkness: I enjoy love-making
With a witness - a lamp shining or the dawn breaking.
You wear bed-jackets, tunics, thick woolen stuff,
Whereas I think no woman on her back can ever be naked enough.

I love girls who kiss like doves and hang around my neck:
You give me the sort of peck
Due to your grandmother as a morning salute.
In bed, your motionless, mute -
Not a wriggle,
Not a giggle -
As solemn as a priestess at a shrine
Proffering incense and pure wine.
Yet every time Andromache went for a ride
In Hector's room, the household slaves used to masturbate outside;

Even modest Penelope, when Ulysses snored,
Kept her hand on the sceptre of her lord.
You refuse to be buggereed; but it's a known fact
That Gracchus', Pompey's and Brutus' wives were willing partners in the act,
And that before Ganymede mixed Jupiter his tasty bowl
Juno filled the dear boy's role.
If you want to be uptight - all right
By all means play Lucretia by day. But I need a Lais at night.