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Baby, Take Your Clothes Off

Your clothes are on the floor.
Shoes kicked off. where they landed,
I let them stay.
One on the end table, the other stuck
in the leaf stripped ficus tree.

My button down shirt lies
on the stairs without you in it.
Little denim skirt (worn without panties)
is in the hall and Vickie's Secret hangs
by a shoulder strap off the bedroom door.

A little less mess would be nice,
Missy but, I don't mind
cleaning up after you knowing
this cunning, careless trail leads
to you, bare-skinned and all mine
 
Aphenphosmphobia

Sound waves bounce off my guts
What I hear is the same
from my darling dear's belly
our baby girl's heartbeat

This time it's from me
inner workings
What's there to see?
She says, "Take a breath and hold"
ten beats
"You can breathe"

And I can't

A visceral reaction is to panic
frenetic jitter
choke on air, a heavy weight
cold sweat
Gained another phobia today
add it to an already long list:

Don't touch me, it might be serious
 
Where the Moss Grows

Moss doesn't grow on just the north side;
it takes root wherever I fight it.
It’s on the stony walk, in a patch of grass,
the steps to the house, making them slippery
and the door mat’s says ‘Welcome’ in green.

It does—I bleach it when it does, but it comes back,
becomes a part as if it was always supposed be.

Really, I’d like to know how lichen
manages to cling to my running shoes?
I never stand still for it be there, but it is.
I know it would grow on me if its misshapen clusters
could latch onto skin, greedy to be there too.
 
Postcards and a Pocketful of Greece

10,000 miles I fly by night, get there in time
to walk with you in the sun through
the ruins of Acropolis hill see the Parthenon.
I'm rude, pocket ancient rocks to take
a piece of Greece back home with me.

The white stone and good day is bright
but I squint against a brilliant grin.
We know, someone always forgets his sunglasses
and someone else thinks a scowl is sexy.

The glare blinds, makes my eyes water close
only to open them and find it was all a dream
Such vividness comes from postcards, but where does
the grit between sheets and tears on lashes come from?
 
Hunters

Barn swallows swoop down,
skim tall wetland grasses
while a wily tom cat admires
as they dive bomb for their supper;
gnats, ladybugs and fireflies.

Less swift, bad timing for the bird
but luck and cunning, the feline stalker
nabs the bird in mid-glide

I shoot them both, freeze
their furious squawk and spit motion
f stop 16 on a sunny day for claw
and feather detail

From my deck chair,
I catch a killer and prey on film.
What a good vegan hunter I am.
 
Home Again

The walls are marred, broken windows
and dirty footprints tracked from
the open door where the chain-lock
dangles from the jam.

Security has been breached many times
with a season of leaves scattered across the floor.

I sweep and clean up, replace
chains with a better deadbolt.

This is my home again, clean and safe.
I'm still not ready for company,
no house warming parties yet, but thank you
for giving me back my space.
 
Es Obvio

The sun slips sideways through
the blinds, makes bars on the walls.
It's hot enough and I'm lazy enough
I'm in a daymare siesta, transported
across the border to Tijuana, stuck behind
bars without a peso in my pocket.

Cabron, don't eat the worm,
piss off the Mexican police or try
to answer, 'Que chingados quieres?'
in high school Spanish.
 
Anna Makebelieve

She glides astride
an upbeat metronome
a pendulum swinging in tempo

Tick, tick, tick

I breathe rain, sweet spices
orange flowers
a hint of baby powder

something deeper
something sleepier
a dream
sweat, sex, imagined or real

It is every muscle pulled tight
too much
tension pops like piano wire
toes curl, I shudder

I arch back over the edge
find a scattered mother of pearl
gleaming in the dark

Here, I think you dropped this
 
Tasting Mangoes

"Gawd…it's hot, how can you stand it?"
I glare, feeling bitchy and sweaty
you grin, bite into ripe golden flesh,
its juice dribbles down your chin.

Summer in the Pacific, I'd forgotten
how nasty it could get.
Humidity soaking clothes and skin,
can never get dry or cool.
Prickly heat finds sensitive parts
makes me itch like mad.

The heat makes me cross.
Horny too. Horny and cross isn’t good.
It’s hard to find satisfaction without total relief.

Well? Annoyed with you taunting me
without saying a word. Sweat rolls
down my back, the crack of my ass.
A pathetic stirring of air from a fan blows
its warm, sad efforts into my face.

A sharp plunk of the flat pit bouncing
in the kitchen sink signals you’re done teasing
but far from just simple torment.

Soft sticky lips kiss my neck,
giving a slow vein of seduction.
but it’s false, because kisses turn into a bite
that feels good all the way down to the crotch.
I groan, knees buckle and I fall.

This is when I wake, sometimes hard
pressed for more, other times in wet sheets
I’ve been walking in my sleep again. It’s more
of the same torture, tasting mangoes, but not.
 
Fragile

Your white spiny seashell was a treasure
we found, one smoothed with time.
I saw you whispering in its curve
and hide it away with a secret smile,
"Someday you will know."

Years, I listen to the shell and I hear
an 'I love you' said for the first time.

Love like that shell is fragile.
I remember us, how we were and then
let both fall. They break and I crush
them under heel, furthering the shatter.
You can't fix that darling.
 
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Neonurotic said:
Fragile

Your white spiny conch was a treasure
we found, one smoothed with time.
I saw you whispering in its curve
and hide it away with a secret smile,
"Someday you will know."

Years, I listen to the shell and I hear
an 'I love you' said for the first time.

Love like that shell are fragile.
I remember us, how we were and then
let it all fall. They break and I crush
them under heel, furthering the shatter.
You can't fix that darling.
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bold: oh my, that's so beautiful, neo. what a perfectly lovely image.

your opening line, though, i apologise - the word 'conch' keeps throwing me, reading it as 'cooch'. i already said sorry. was it deliberate? there's a definite femininity to the ingress of a conch-shell, its colouration, its suggestive curve/smoothness. only it jars a little with your use of the word 'spiny', so i'm not sure if it's intended and i think i'm waffling now.

i said sorry, right? :rose:
 
butters said:
bold: oh my, that's so beautiful, neo. what a perfectly lovely image.

your opening line, though, i apologise - the word 'conch' keeps throwing me, reading it as 'cooch'. i already said sorry. was it deliberate? there's a definite femininity to the ingress of a conch-shell, its colouration, its suggestive curve/smoothness. only it jars a little with your use of the word 'spiny', so i'm not sure if it's intended and i think i'm waffling now.

i said sorry, right? :rose:
Click to expand...

Cooch! haha, Aw, I see what you mean, I'll fix it. Thank you. :rose:
 
Prelude to a Mess Around

The little brush glides along curves
meticulous, lining heart and cupid's bow
in her favorite shade, it glimmers
gold in sand, Honey Sip.

She blots on tissue, folding
pressing a throw away lip print.
Perfect. And all I want do is
mess her up and kiss her.
 
Choco Dip and Slip

Did you know milk chocolate melts
faster than semi-sweet?
I don't know why, don't ask
it's just bit of useless info.

Silly me, I'm always
trying to get in your pants
swirl you in Dairy Queen's hard-crack,
dip your toes, drizzle it up your thighs
top you off with a curly Q lick.
 
Spring

Against the setting sun, her hair
lights afire, a blazing halo. Tiny angel
smiles, melts this permafrost thing
that sets so heavy, held too long.

I put it down and pick her up.
 
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Overwhelming Need for Air - aka You're Suffocating Me

"You have to have an open mind for this,"
she whispers underwater.
I'm breathing, understanding every word,

clearly

I'm not.

This has to be a hard right from reality,
liquid dream scape, Morpheus' splendor
but still existing
because I burn for a breath.
 
White Monkey Tea

Baby leaves float to the top.
Steamed secrets curl
up my nose.
While taking little sips,

I wonder
what part, exactly
of White Monkey tea is in my cup?

Tail, paw or does the flavor
rhyme with the concoction
I am drinking?
 
No Lifeguard

I wake with burning eyes
stuffed nose, full ears, feeling
like I've been swimming

in my sleep again. Eyes open in deep waters,
blacker than, blacker than a starless night.

I must have, with heavy chest
and breathless.

But tasting salt, I know different.
Some places in dreams go blacker, deeper,
much too sad to remember
and there is never a lifeguard on duty.
 
Lake Pontchartrain - a Painting

Grandfather crafted the frame
in an old carpenter's perfection:
mitered, sanded and stained.

With his brush stroke signature,
the painting is his too,
but I see the scene as a memory.

Nose to the frame, smelling
dust and old oil paint:
King Blue, Prussian, Cold Gray.

If I wish hard enough,
dream, fall in, let Titanium White
turn to open sails,

I taste the storm clouds,
the lake, the rain. Hear him
cursing the weather, laughing
"It's all right, we'll eat pancakes."

We don't. This is only a painting
and I never leave the dock.
 
She Says

She loves me a little more
when I'm sadder. It's the insight
and tenderness; it's aglow.

She feels me from the next room
over, says I'm a better lover,
selfish in what I want,
taking more than what I need.

Nothing like being fucked
by a depressed man, eh baby?

Keep me warm, keep me
warm, she says.

Keep her warm at night, ya
but in dreams, the light is snuffed.
The waterfall down, drowns the fire
because if it's dark, everything is quiet,
it's cold and I'm not sad, just dead.
 
Envelop - postmarked in bed

I like waking to woman
and vanilla-orchid
fused to man and frankincense.

That scent still clinging,
like you, leg over mine,
and an arm slung on my chest.

What I don't like is leaving
our envelope. I'd rather forget
the rest of the day,
stay tucked in you, lover.
 
Waiting for the Thaw

The trees wear snow evening
gloves, but no one told them,
white was out, that black was in.
Instead, their leaf buds
freeze while the sun is too
slow peeling back clouds,
revealing blue skies.

I wait with a frosty breath, wait
for the thaw to strip them down
to nothing but naked limbs.




before it was revised, this poem was formerly titled: "Trees, Over Dressed"
 
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Fly Kamikaze - a blue balls campaign

Double D's packed in a jog bra,
bounced to the runner's steps
and not to the music that beat
my eardrums until they bled.

After five miles, she's red, I'm red
and she says, "let’s stop for a smoothie".
Wha?

"OK"
Now, more than my calves ache.
Those balls blaze, are in a hell
she created. She knows I want her
but can't have her.
Bitch.

But still, we are "just friends",
sip smoothies at the bar.
A Bluebottle fly buzzes by,
dive-bombs my Fuzzy Orange & Lime,
ker-plunk.

I haven't had a drop of liquor in months,
though sometimes I wish,
like this time, but don't,
I shoot the Fly Kamikaze instead.
Sucker.
 
old "all of sudden passion suddenly" thread poems


Circle Jerk

In nightmares, terror
comes around like it went
still, I stand there frozen stiff
watching everyone else
fisting hard
in a circle jerk, wondering
when it's my turn
And before I know it
it is splat
Rorschach that
Examine who I am
through wet dreams
handful of DNA
Up close, getthisclose
look at that cum smear
under the scope
Freud me, psychoanalyze
the repressed forgotten memories
I'll tell you it was a dream
nothing more. Now blow me
and get me off
Complete the circle
 
Frustrated

As simple as syrup
my sweet tea is the case
where more is not better
poured over less
Plenty of ice is always
preferred
I chew on it out of habit
Better are the round cubes
with a hole
where tip of tongue
melts the middle
Cracks under pressure
into sharp, jagged pieces
You say it is frustration
and I think you are right
 
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