_Lands End Revisited

[_Land]

Some of you might remember me, some may not, but i met my lovely bride here a little over eight years ago and life has kept us very busy. This thread is mostly just a love letter to my Lovely Sensual Wife Bethsvirtue.




time is making
love is eternity
heavens gift
in your arms~


Guilty

my pulse it quickens
as you quiver under gentle
pressures of my talented tongue

speaking truths to the audience
as it unfolds, separated by murmurs
of division as I present my well fashioned argument

I drive my point home
pulling my jury closer
beckoning them with a finger

follow me to the climax
guilt by association
my jury cries out

begging pleading
tantalizing teasing
I withhold the last piece

evidence one last finger
on the suspect to seal her fate
one more hole to fill in my story

 

[_Land]

Knitting Needles

Click Click Click
making something out of nothing
weaving individual threads

Poof Voila'
there it is
and spiffy too

like a metaphor
our lives entwined
creating a fabric

reshaped to encompass
the garden we plant our
seed in.

Sewn among the wild oats
are our lily's and roses
fragrant upon our hearts

 

[_Land]

Hide and Seek

Peek a boo panties
hiding my desire

Peek a boo panties
containing wildfire

Peek a boo panties
how I love this game

Peek a boo panties
an animal to tame

~


peek a boo panties
containing my desire

peek a boo panties
hiding wildfire

peek a boo panties
this game is one i hate

peek a boo panties
release me to my fate

 

[_Land]

boxed in,
trapped in my perfect ideals
this concept,my notion
not to be confused
its not emotion

this love
decisional endeavor
practiced, till forever

acceptance forgiveness
given as redemption
like I’m a savior

expressing the emotion
takes more than
just commitment

it takes risk
high emotional stakes
played at a table
where the dealer holds the cards

the odds are on the house
~who could love me

 

[_Land]

wild places

to trace lines that dont exist
one step,
opening doors when the lights are out
two step
crossing borders without a passport
bold step
exploring with a blindfold
soft step
find a spot
any spot
on the map with out boundries
one step, two step, bold step, soft step
dancing a freedom jig

 

[beths-virtue]

Knitting Needles

Click Click Click
making something out of nothing
weaving individual threads

Poof Wah Lah
there it is
and spiffy too

like a metaphor
our lives entwined
creating a fabric

reshaped to encompass
the garden we plant our
seed in.

Sewn among the wild oats
are our lily's and roses
fragrant upon our hearts

ok so this is a private meaning poem , unless someone else is a knitter (just kidding), honestly it took a few reads before i really liked it, the "wah lah" kept irritating me (voila')

 

[beths-virtue]

cordless

Here in the
Half-light shed in the hall ,I sit,
Sweat trickles between my breasts,
I sip my unsophisticated iced red wine,
Through a straw
Uncaring what others think
None are here,
Connected by an ephemeral
Tether to my love
Hundreds of miles from my fingertips

 

[beths-virtue]

Cuddle

my head on your chest
your arm wrapped around me
classic cuddle position,
my muscles relax as i hear you sigh
the swirls of your chest hair
matching the swirls of my fingerprints

 

[beths-virtue]

wrapped in minutiae
how could you have
forgotten who we once were

 

[beths-virtue]

three times thicker than normal
inefficient functioning
not wanting to work properly
this pill that pill
one third as good as normal
try a new pill
he doesn't understand
its been broken for a long time

 

[Angeline]

to trace lines that dont exist
one step,
opening doors when the lights are out
two step
crossing borders without a passport
bold step
exploring with a blindfold
soft step
find a spot
any spot
on the map with out boundries
one step, two step, bold step, soft step
dancing a freedom jig

Here in the
Half-light shed in the hall ,I sit,
Sweat trickles between my breasts,
I sip my unsophisticated iced red wine,
Through a straw
Uncaring what others think
None are here,
Connected by an ephemeral
Tether to my love
Hundreds of miles from my fingertips

Woah and double woah! Welcome back stangers!

 

[_Land]

Woah and double woah! Welcome back stangers!

in matters pressing
such as life
the clock of poetry
goes unwound
no rythym ticking
silence sounds
in matter pressing
such as life



I have missed all of my friends
and the trouble i used to get into

 

[_Land]

Here in the
Half-light shed in the hall ,I sit,
Sweat trickles between my breasts,
I sip my unsophisticated iced red wine,
Through a straw
Uncaring what others think
None are here,
Connected by an ephemeral
Tether to my love
Hundreds of miles from my fingertips

kitchen sitting, a guest
my mind wanders
down valleys
following trickles
eating mac and cheese
unconcerned with surroundings
my bobble head nods
in response
as i smile to the memory
my lover hundreds of miles away

 

[_Land]

three times thicker than normal
inefficient functioning
not wanting to work properly
this pill that pill
one third as good as normal
try a new pill
he doesn't understand
its been broken for a long time

broken like the gifts I've given
by unrepentant children
broken, but cherished
held on to
put back together
with soft slow caress

 

[beths-virtue]

Woah and double woah! Welcome back stangers!

thank you my dear, still working

 

[beths-virtue]

I am not vanilla and honey and daisies
My love is a thing slightly different altogether
A little off center,
I am molasses sweet with a hint of bitter
Viscous, thick, sticky
I am Ylang Ylang, and Sandalwood
Complex, heavy, sweet, nearly musky
Not everyone can stand the strength of my flavor

 

[beths-virtue]

in matters pressing
such as life
the clock of poetry
goes unwound
no rythym ticking
silence sounds
in matter pressing
such as life



I have missed all of my friends
and the trouble i used to get into

cry cry cry
they cry in the day ,
when i am not with them they cry in my mind
when i am with them, they cry in my ear,
hold them tight and they cry,
let them go and they cry
all the little tidbits of poems
cry cry cry

 

[_Land]

I am not vanilla and honey and daisies
My love is a thing slightly different altogether
A little off center,
I am molasses sweet with a hint of bitter
Viscous, thick, sticky
I am Ylang Ylang, and Sandalwood
Complex, heavy, sweet, nearly musky
Not everyone can stand the strength of my flavor

Taste Buds

Tantalizing flavors
like Maharaja Curry
mixed with cayenne, marsala
my complex wife
a recipe for bold
can often be softened
with iced red wine

my palate has acquired
tastes for heady things
with flavors and scents
few have known

a mix of bitter chocolate
with a hint of spicy spice
rosemary and thyme
sprinkled over breasts

Roasted to perfection
in thick and ardent sauce
oh her smells her flavors
appetites delight

 

[_Land]

Inner Circle

on patrol, cruising
looking for intruders
or friends

looking for crack
possible leaks
nasty loose ends

imposing imagery
to all insight
nothing to mend

fear exposure
to any one
trepidation descends

inner circle
no admittance
secrets to defend

my little child
locked in tight
must contend

 

[beths-virtue]

Licking longings

I can taste you in the back of my throat,
Leftovers of a most singular delicious flavor
No possible definition for what you inspire in me
The crackling along my nerves when you’re near
Never left, suppressed perhaps for convenience sake
The thought trails across my inner video screen
As you talk about something totally unrelated to my clit
Would make any mental eavesdropper blush
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

No cologne shares the scent of my beloved
His own brand of salt and sweat and musk
Drives me to distraction with a mere whiff
Never let anyone tell you pheromones are a myth

 

[_Land]

Licking longings

I can taste you in the back of my throat,
Leftovers of a most singular delicious flavor
No possible definition for what you inspire in me
The crackling along my nerves when you’re near
Never left, suppressed perhaps for convenience sake
The thought trails across my inner video screen
As you talk about something totally unrelated to my clit
Would make any mental eavesdropper blush
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

No cologne shares the scent of my beloved
His own brand of salt and sweat and musk
Drives me to distraction with a mere whiff
Never let anyone tell you pheromones are a myth

bedroom entrance
smell your heat
close my eyes
inhale

the smell of your cunt
drifts naughty
across
my golden gate bridge

familiar tastes
cross over
fantasy

desire for the hidden
waters swelling
from below

to be the moon
influence tides
as the sands
lick the sea

long and slow
across the shore
the tongue of land
receives crescendo's

waves of pleasure
returned with
a longing surfer
wanting to ride the waves

 

[beths-virtue]

lol my love clever play on words,
now if only i can figure out that tattoo...

 

[Angeline]

thank you my dear, still working

That's wonderful to hear. I'm still with eagleyez, too, though we moved south from Maine to North Carolina a little over a year ago. We're together eight years, too, come this October.

 

[beths-virtue]

Angeline, that is so fantastic!
i had asked about long term relationships on the general board, but it got most severely hijacked by flippancy which is ok , its not my "usual" forum i know
and no, they reacted like i was someone "out of the blue" its ok though

glad you and eagleyez are still together, looks like _Land and i are moving again for work too, this time to KC

 

[Angeline]

Angeline, that is so fantastic!
i had asked about long term relationships on the general board, but it got most severely hijacked by flippancy which is ok , its not my "usual" forum i know
and no, they reacted like i was someone "out of the blue" its ok though

glad you and eagleyez are still together, looks like _Land and i are moving again for work too, this time to KC

The GB'ers ain't near as kind as the poets! One really has to persist and ignore the bs to get a straight answer there. I generally lose patience and split before I do....

There are a number of Lit couples who've been together for years, but as far I as I know, the four of us are the only ones who found the love of our life here on the pobo. As much as I've bitched about this place I never forget that were it not for Lit, I wouldn't have my ee. Lit and poetry.

The American jazz museum is in KC. If you ever visit, think if me. I'd love to see it someday.