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that skin
the epidermal connection
with warm against warm
an arm, a face...
my origin
my individuality yearns
to intertwine
in a double helix
of lust
and ink
and words
he gave me a placebo
but i'd never know the
difference
it all feels like
a cure to me
one day i'll
press
myself like a leaf
inside you
my viens leaving a
sunken ridge
right there
where i
lay.
 
tonight we do not make it to the hayloft
flesh pressed into the bark of the mulberry tree
ripe fruit falls to the ground
we follow

wanting most to taste
purple stains under the crush
he keeps me down for the
jammm bruised face disappears
demands my satisfaction
before allowing me to feast


diggity damn dont remember last time I could pull this off
this fuck scene seeming so contrived
mind moves slow like honey when I think of you
wanting to break the seeds
releasse their juice down my chin drips down y our chest
cant seem to take this lying down

want to be the attacker
the on who rubs my stains on you
damn want so bad to submit to You
ha

but I cannot seem to break myself of this desire
to leave bark prints on your back
bite marks on your ass drinking this wine
we press chest to chest

how I want to follow but the torture of lying spread
or hands and knees as you like it
still
waiting
opening upon persuasion
you savor organic secretions
while I wait for the wrist press
and you pummell my pain
with your own
and we forget what it is we are running from

this night we did not make it to the hayloft
and made our best guesses
under the tree
 
she wears their fantasy
like liquid silver that falls like water
from her neck

hypnotized by the shine
on her skin
she lures them in
with their own reflection that drips
down into puddles
on the floor

root hairs suck down the remains
was it you
who dreamed of Anne Sexton
coming to you naked
whispering the secrets of poetry
you so absorbed with her body and fingers
that rested on your thighs for balance...
you did not hear anything she said
just
wanted her fantasy melted down
into potions and lotions
some that cooool some that
warm with breath

was it you
who gave me this fantasy
to wear like a diamond

color
clarity
cut
right through
 
stellar refraction of light
burns my eyes

squint against the colors
but they are still there
in the blood, red and blue

i see you

somewhere, sometime
my constant with your variables
will go on forever in dreams

on the horizon is a sundog
it dazzles, but it is real
 
folding you up
into a lovely
thought box
to keep you warm
and fresh
and real, always real
furthest from the sunset
yet
setting my sights
to that western wonder
wondering
when the rain will
fillup that
deep hole i keep
right on digging
cause i know
somewhere right near
i buried a calcified treasure
ill wrap it in ribbons
and bring it straight to you.
 
if I were a greeting card philposopher
writing my senior high school graduation speech
I would say

there is nothing more
constant
than
the variables

diamond cuts your light into the spectrum
you have always made me smile
rainbows color my teeth

and now I sleep
 
dilbererate
linguistic fashioned
from a
thought in process
that bleeds
right out my heart
and onto
invisible paper
invisible ink blood
and chicken scratch
tapping
are my sole means
my needful attempt
my silly notion to
shoot a laser of heat
way out west.
 
I ache for you.

Day and night, this feeling
takes over. Sends me crashing,
into the currents. Desires embrace,
taking my breath, holding it captive
with the wild beast, of need.

I craving your touch. Your mouth
on my moistened skin. Thinking of our love,
entrapping my body. Binding embrace.
No need for escape, I am yours.
Carrying you to heaven,
time
and time again.

Take my mind, feeble thoughts.
Wanton wishes, two bodies entwined.
My heart beats, races for you.
Body trembles,
shakes wanting you.
My soul, full of love,
dedicated devotion.

Inhale all that I am.
Inhaling you,
I tasted hot silky sexiness,
dripping, from your manliness.
Dined on erotica delight,
dessert, puddingly sweet.
A spread fit for a queen,
your queen
of the night, my love.

Come,
King of my heart.
you own me body-
soul.
Rule this body of want,
need ...
Chastise this wicked queen,
of your heart.
Love me, your queen,
as I do all this and more,
for you,
My Love...
 
puddingly sweet

Puddin
Soft,
Wet,
Sweet,
Smooth.

In your hand,
It shimmers,
Shakes,
Grasp it,
Seeps through your fingers.

In your mouth,
Feel its exquisiteness,
Taste its essence.
Suck on it.

Listen to his erotic sonance,
Follow his instructions,
Feel his words,
Touch your wetness,
Pinch your tight nipples,
Listen to your groans.

Let his words bring you forward,
Find your growing bud,
caress,
contact,
flick,
glance,
graze,
scrape,
skim,
stroke,
tickle.

Listen careful,
Taste the sweet puddin.
 
push up the daisies through
grit and dirt
twist them into posies

offer them while venus
retrogrades
conflicts pensive mars

i'll give wicked smiles
razor sharp
with bloody kisses

tell me, mon cher
will you be so inclined
to want me, even then?
 
want and need
fill in my blanks
rolling in the grass
understanding
an understated
interplanetary experience
in the midst of
a billion dying suns
i find my nitche
in your clutch
a flower's worth
several dozen words,
and i'll take those
kisses til
they slice to the bone
and more
 
my kindling is damp
you strike a spark of phosphorous
it smolders into smoke
leaving me cold


back up back up back up
better yet, run ahead
let me play catch up
cool thiose fires baby
give me something to fight for
 
cold and wet
merely a state of mind
do you mind
watch me unwind
winding down a
spiral of
sugar coated
lovliness
my lovely mess
whom ill kiss
despite bared teeth and
a feigned aloofness
that i have yet to see
 
He tells me
Take a lover!
Take a day off to catch a collection!

You are a poet
he tells me
Gather them up!
For my sake? your sake? our sake
that I take him into my mouth
and him too, you want me to?
yes pass that feather fan on to the next
cock carrier?
or just lie with me
and rest baby
we are allowed
to
rest
 
state of mind baby until you find yourself
planted home theater style
snap wench brings snacks

dry heat
santa ana winds soak the softness from my kindling
give me the curn
beg for your quench
a drink of water a drink
of
water and your lotion

on my knees begging for the drops that fall

do not doubt my power of ignition
magnesium metal glows white
under the vacuum
baby
I know you can burn without oxygen, I know

but sometimes these elements are just organic

my metals need to be stripped of plastic coats
twist it, sharpen
make me feel your pain
pounding mine to powder
make a wish
 
turned off
the green lights
state of change
state of mine, draw
it out and tow a line
stretching from a hole
cut out of my head
and over to
in and through
weaving relief like a
thick thread in my needle
feeding my dog
again.
 
I'm not on that midlife trip
of testing the waters, tasting
them to see if the wine
is still as sweet or the grape
lingered on the vine
or the ship didn't sink
with all the motion in that
ocean or some fecking metaphor

I'm just writing poems
and hanging with Buk
or Miles, Jack or Henry Duke,
listen to jazz,
listen to twelve strings
when the moon is full of twang
and bleeding fingers

I just don't know anymore
what I want to say anyone can
lay their weary bones at my door
but here is where you hang
your hat and I don't give
a fecking flying dog feck
about the slurp of alien
landscapes I just want
to hear the rest of the song.
 
Tristesse said:
How's this - *best Irish accent* - Feck!

:p
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Lass, to tell a lad he's close't
your heart with roast
meats and sweets risks
indigestion, blech!
Tell him true you yearn
inside, and nightly churn
the sheet with feet and dream
of him to feck.
 
Angeline said:
I'm not on that midlife trip
of testing the waters, tasting
them to see if the wine
is still as sweet or the grape
lingered on the vine
or the ship didn't sink
with all the motion in that
ocean or some fecking metaphor

I'm just writing poems
and hanging with Buk
or Miles, Jack or Henry Duke,
listen to jazz,
listen to twelve strings
when the moon is full of twang
and bleeding fingers

I just don't know anymore
what I want to say anyone can
lay their weary bones at my door
but here is where you hang
your hat and I don't give
a fecking flying dog feck
about the slurp of alien
landscapes I just want
to hear the rest of the song.
Click to expand...


I am having far too frequent
brain farts is it mid-life
crisis that causes
hic-ups and indigestion
heartburn and fractures
of those same fragile muscles?
I don't know either and will
take solace in the same
sweet music that heals
and swings, rocks me
calmer and lifts my higher
than I was before
the beat drummed my ears
and the blues coloured
my eyes.
 
Tristesse said:
I am having far too frequent
brain farts is it mid-life
crisis that causes
hic-ups and indigestion
heartburn and fractures
of those same fragile muscles?
I don't know either and will
take solace in the same
sweet music that heals
and swings, rocks me
calmer and lifts my higher
than I was before
the beat drummed my ears
and the blues coloured
my eyes.
Click to expand...

Oceans of blues
and the siren foam
that carries away

away all my blues
lifts me as I drown
and drowns me as they sing
a blood of blues, a salted sting
that ebbs to years and ebbs
from me somewhere between
the tides and moon
and I was drowned
I am wakened too soon.
 
tied up
noosed into
the untouchable
real
and loving as
it cinches
tighter
my grip is tighter
wrong or right,
there is a glue
here,
linage
is drawn and
i sink into a well
oh well
escape is unthinkable
the water undrinkable
drowning as i
thirst
and willing it
this way.
 
Thirst for the wine of the living.
Tasting the sparkling dew drops,
of heavens tears. Aching for all I want.
Knowing it is no use, yet...

Wish upon the clouds, asking for my desire.
Wrinkle in time, robbing us of speech.
Hypnotizing the unthinkable hardships.

Life has taken my dreams, threw them upon
hot dessert sands. Milking veins of nurturing life,
that has to be. Chuck-holding against the wall of time.
Push off this earth, giving me my hearts' desire.
Wishing to sail away, upon falcons wings.

Scorching sun beats, denouncing all that's good.
Wind combs through, taking all the living.
Trees reach out, choking the fallen moon.
Angels cry, tasting the blood of sea mist.
 
a thick liquid poetry
slow slide from lips
honey sleek words
that feed me
puts my shame to shame
as perfection is promoted
constants
at every taken time
in my mind,
you are mine
 
For Lauren

Passion

Wiping down the immaculate counter
One last time
Passing a glance through the kitchen
Making sure all is in its place.

Seated in the den
In that special chair
Tilting his head to read through rimless glasses
Television murmuring in the background

Nightly shower
Routine in front of the mirror
Fighting a losing battle with her age
Trying not to see the gray

Wakened by the commercial
Just in time to catch the weather
Folding up the paper for the trash
One more glass of milk, left empty on the counter

Two lights on two nightstands
Silence broken by the toilet flushing twice
One light switches off, then the other.
Sounds of two lovers sleeping in the night
 
Please grant me permission to say goodbye.
I long to hear those mellow notes
that wander through my mind
and wend their way along my spine
to visit my heart and find
a place to stay.

Please just one more time.
Don't mourn what you still have.
I'd risk it all, the poker queen
who makes the call
and comes up aces and eights.

It may cost too much but what's this life
without you? Too full of tears
and wasted smiles for someone
who's long forgotten the value
of them both. Please let me say
I love you and then I'll go away.
 
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