Love & Fuck Poems

Author: Koraly Dimitriadis

ISBN: 9780993017438 | 108 pages

Sexually repressed, separated Greek Girl on a rampage. There’s no love here just fucks. But is she fucking him or fucking herself? A trailblazing story told through poetry of culture, divorce, love and the maddening scurry to find the sexual self.

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Koraly Dimitriadis is a Cypriot-Australian writer, performer and actor who tells stories in innovative and interesting ways and doesn’t like to conform to anything. Dubbed the “Good Greek Girl”, her work is challenging, confronting, honest and raw. She has received rave reviews for her work.



Love and Fuck Poems is raw, audacious and courageous. Bravo!”

Christos Tsiolkas (The Slap)

“Wow. Dimitriadis pulls no punches here. This is armed-missile poetry.”

Kate Holden (In my Skin)

“An unashamed poetic celebration of one woman’s liberation from the chains of marital convention, sexual repression and cultural obligation.”

Maxine Beneba Clarke (Foreign Soil)


You like to fuck the darkness in me

When you hold me I tremble in your arms
but you just want to fuck the darkness in me
When I told you my friend died
I said the pain was so bad I needed sex
You came straight over, and you didn’t speak
and I didn’t want you to
You kissed me, and I cried in your mouth
Then you stopped, and we hugged, tight, and sighed
But then you just wanted to fuck the darkness in me
I wanted to be held, but you sent me straight to hell
where I want to be – where I, we, belong

We walk the fine line between pleasure and pain
friend or bastard it’s all just the same
‘I love sucking your cunt,’ you said
‘I love fucking you.’
You showed no mercy, your blunt, honest words
marking out the tall walls of whatever this is
‘What are you?’ you asked.
‘Your friend,’ I replied.
‘What are you?’
‘Your friend.’
Then you yanked at my hair. ‘WHAT ARE YOU?’
‘Your fuck buddy.’
‘Good girl.’

You kissed me with an open mouth, with your tongue
You did things to me I never let anyone do
You pushed me into sucking your cock
I said, ‘I don’t do that,’ but you didn’t care
with my hair bunched in your hand
my vulnerability had the doors open wide
and you came inside
helping yourself to whatever you liked
ignoring things you did not

But don’t you see, I did this all to me
I dictated how it should be
when you ended it with me
said we were too different
and that I wanted more
I should have let you walk out the door
but instead I said, teach me how to fuck without feeling
I need to learn, so I don’t hurt, the same way again

But then my friend died
and my emotions were open wide
and I was telling you how much I love my friend
and you said, ‘You love to love.’
‘No,’ I replied.
‘You love to love.’
‘No, because then you get hurt.’
‘You love to love.’

And then I found myself saying I want us to be free
that I don’t own you and you don’t own me
that life is just about moments and we can just be
You can rest on my hand like a butterfly
and I’ll watch you fly up to the sky …

‘Then I’ll treat you right,’ you said,
‘you just have to trust me.’
But what are we? I wanted to ask, but didn’t
‘What do you want me to do?’ you asked.
‘Hold me.’
‘I’m holding you.’
‘Hold me.’
‘I’m holding you.’
‘Stay with me.’
‘I need someone with me.’
‘No, that’s not what you want.’
‘I want us to be friends.’
‘It’s not what you want.’

And you were right,
because the thought of holding your hand
petrifies me more than I can stand
and so, there was nothing more I could say
and I just let you be,
and you decided to fuck the darkness in me

And I liked it.

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