Lytton Bell

Lytton Bell has published five books, won nine poetry contests and performed at many Northern California venues. Her work has appeared in over six dozen publications. Lytton’s latest book, Body Image, can be found on  She is a founding member of the poetry performance troupe Poetica Erotica.




“And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?” - Walt Whitman

Body, Rope, Stretch, Loom
All roads begin and end here, in the framework of living flesh

Siddhi, Shakti, grant me vision
Let me take delight in common things: in stillness, in laughter
in the sinews and skin of my adored one
Ganesh, open the door that locked me from myself
and from you

Naked, sacred, silent
I surrender myself to the universe
I offer all of my senses to you, my lover
and to Great Shiva
my arms, my legs, the limbs of my spirit
I have spread myself open to receive you

You, my beloved, with your tender fingers
I study the muscles of your shoulders and back
your dusky complexion, your voracities
to be near you is to feel, at the base of the spine, the full length of eternity

You are ready, responsive, predisposed to pleasure
O, let me never again underestimate the power of pleasure!
It is impossible not to touch you
You are proof of the existence of God

I need no chapel, no pulpit, no bible
but the bible of your sighs
I am holy, I am divine
I worship at the altar of you
I have made a religion out of your fortitude, and every flaw of ours is consecrated, hallowed
I will make the world find beauty here, at the core of me

Aflame, wet, imperfect, without equal
There is nothing that is not within my reach
Every breath of life sears my lungs with gratitude
Profound gifts: sight, smell, touch, taste
Listen, enter, come, stay

Bodies, Roads, Ropes
from the Loom
stretched and woven into ladders
that I climb up into your eyes