all of a sudden passion suddenly

[todski28]

What cannot be put into words,
and what isn't communicated, or
read and acknowledged,
does not exist; isn't that how it goes?
Soulless art, disconnected or
soulful nonsense, too raw
There
Another null set bravely sets out
into the world.

Middle finger up to the world
self validate it makes for sweeter tastes
those lonely times
in simple rhymes
melancholy stares as you spoon
your words out in measured
doses that are weighed before delivered

 

[Tsotha]

There is dust over my eyes,
over my skin like a shell.
These ashes, from mountain rebirth
now taste dark down the throat,
beyond the rock shoved there.
Water does not clean my eyes,
it burns.

 

[todski28]

There is dust over my eyes,
over my skin like a shell.
These ashes, from mountain rebirth
now taste dark down the throat,
beyond the rock shoved there.
Water does not clean my eyes,
it burns.

Bathed in flames
water burns the eyes
as this bird of fire
rebirthed on mountains top
shakes the ashes of the past
from the plumes of youthful wings
prepares to continue the pilgrimage
of words, of elements
of stones

 

[Tsotha]

Middle finger up to the world
self validate it makes for sweeter tastes
those lonely times
in simple rhymes
melancholy stares as you spoon
your words out in measured
doses that are weighed before delivered

Weighed, measured, thrown away
before reaching outside
No hope affects so strong
as the one that is lost
Melancholy doesn't stare, it
seeps in, replacing air
Commanding to hold still
lie down, hold breath

 

[todski28]

trail winds by the riverside
ropes hang like thick pythons
twisted tight about the trees
eucalyptus shade on 40 degree days
ready to swing, he breathes in deep
the air is crisp and hot
eyes closed, tension taut stomach clench
heat swishes past his ears and rises
as small hands release into
free
fall
time stall
gravity grips
cold hits

gasp of breath his smile drips
breast stroke swim
towards the rivers edge to swing again

 

[todski28]

orange glows in the night
a brief flare of bright
before it pales back to a steady pulse
tendrils waft and snake
as she basks in the night warmth
on a bed of grass and the scent of salt spray,
skin shines in passion slick shimmer
hair free, an untamed mane that falls
delicate and thick about her nape,
stars that feel like ours hang in a backdrop
horizon, the cool lull of waves lap at the shore
crack of moscato seal breaks the silence
as we dance with decadent desires
beneath the moon and its twin
that breaks apart upon the shift of
current and time, we dine
on each others lips the taste of wine
merges with the taste of her
becomes the taste of us

 

[todski28]

lights flash past again and again
vague despair at the piles of things still to do,
tired was hours ago bone weary fatigue past
how to last in this teeter totter existence

walk a slim edge of canyons collapse
companion a load of bricks
attached to each eye lid
try to trick the mind to sign a contract
broker a deal with exhaustion
to force on another hour

the power of sleep claws at consciousness
a wild tiger and in the end you know
you can't win, and the bend looms

 

[todski28]

Her heels clack on my ears
thoughts that sear radiating heat
her hips sway in a way that causes pain
deep in my loins, the caveman in me
wants release as her eyes meet mine
so blue the sky hue's pink in jealousy

dress that hugs, an intimate embrace
black fibers that move upon flesh
dangerous dance of her thighs
they glide and mesmerize
pale skin highlights her ruby red lip
stick, curves that unhinge my desire to binge
drink, sink my teeth in glutinous glory
grab and grope in unbridled passion
lash her with my masculine essence
Watch as she dance upon my may pole

but dreams are dreams and I am
married so want is all it can be
despite the way you entice

 

[Remec]

Her hair entices,
but I don't want to hold it,
draw it together in a long
strand and drag her
to my cave, as it were,
I want to revel in it,
let the feeling around my
fingers saturate the skin
the way its aroma winds
up my body and invades
my nostrils as totally
as I am filling the surface
of each palm while
planting myself deeply
between her hungry lips,
which are just as
enticing.

 

[todski28]

static charge in the air
malevolent interpretations
clutter and burn acid marks of scorn
derided undecided as to why
or what for pour me a drink
of sweet water refresh invigorate
so I might contemplate some more
maybe write a line of rhyme
tme is finite and anger is a bitter pill
to swill down with herbal tea and bile

I have been the angry man violent
Destruction and it is a reduction
of self and worth

 

[Angeline]

Things I did today:

1. Made a salad 2. Listened
to a strange meadowlark,
wondered at its song 3. Held
my breath under water 4.
Kissed Terry and then 5. again.
6. Ate peanuts. 7. Counted
to ten. 8. Almost made it
but the nine ran away
with the spoon. 10.
Again.

 

[todski28]

she complain shes a size 12

Mirror frames a stain of lust in my mind
Words writ in poetic lines that sprawl
Fall to my knees to worship at her feet

hair hangs in
Sex hair wet locks
top teases with what it hides,
v neck zip causes mind to slip
where to start, collars folded hood
parted red folds at neck,
Eyes glide to thighs and wonder why
It teases so ,

but the intimate part is the apparel
folded basket of washing
on white shaggy rug
the way pillows laze in patterned
black on white

A snap shot of beauty juxtaposed with life
I wonder how size 12 is even relevant

 

[Tsotha]

Insensitive poking
pushes beyond self-control
(it's low, right now, I know)
You thought you were discreet
what is so discreet about
a slap to the face?
It made me angry, and
miserable, but don't you know?
You, me; we all reap what we sow,
Together.
Misery has a way of spreading.

 

[todski28]

What words would whisper through the weary air
of love that binds us, entwined ensnared
as if we cared what happens one to the other

Whose thoughts should be shared
bared as pretty teeth
upper lip curled in sarcastic sneer

my back turned as I try to find the why
of you and the how you do
what you do to my insides
twisted twine of useless time

It tastes of regret,
that place of waste
that can't be replaced

 

[Remec]

Junebug

It was like a game; he always called her Junebug,
a playful nickname 'cause she was little and she
was always flitting about, ne'er had to be called

whether they were going out or if they were called
upon. He'd give a rumbling laugh and say, "Junebug
time to be getting ready." As a response, she

would nod and flit away to shower before she
dressed in whatever outfit the occasion called
for. No matter the clothing, though, she was Junebug.

He always called her Junebug; she just called him Sir.

 

[Tsotha]

Dictionary
The person who doesn't need it,
needs it the most.
Wizened scholar, look these up:
energúmeno, mamón, cagacazzo.

 

[todski28]

tempt me with your words
the way they stray
into thought

caught blindsided and gobsmacked

left to float in ethereal gossamar
strands, the demands

stretched rubberbands of torment
a torrent of what you asked for

hands thrust forth into hair
words screamed
gutteral grunts ground
Into the pillow
as my pelvis
crashes Into you again and again
you begged
you cried
thrust back into the divining rod
that seeks your waters gush

and later legs crossed
pulsing throb and sticky thighs
content in the way you were bent
overridden of control
sacrificed
flayed in flames of flesh
heat that beat me senseless

but I digress because we were speaking of love
and it ended when we came
with a compromise

 

[todski28]

Amongst the green garden hangs
in rusty wire,
oddities
electrical pole caps rabbit traps
wire barbed corroded to rust
foot falls spark up dust
a basket hangs

from the bough of a lemon tree
treasure within

the sun shines a shatter of glimmer
in shards of glass from ancient bottles
sea worn

what messages could they convey
of depths plumbed
lands travelled
liquids held
I can hear their whisper
of salty seduction

 

[butters]

that takes my mind all sorts of places, tods - always good to see your writing posted.

citrus and salt
crystalised light sparking
reflections of times gone by
broken images, bright
sharp regrets
in a land all arid

 

[Tsotha]

tempt me with your words
the way they stray
into thought

...

but I digress because we were speaking of love
and it ended when we came
with a compromise

Those two stanze are very cool. Tod.

 

[Tsotha]

Amongst the green garden hangs
in rusty wire,
oddities
electrical pole caps rabbit traps
wire barbed corroded to rust
foot falls spark up dust
a basket hangs

from the bough of a lemon tree
treasure within

the sun shines a shatter of glimmer
in shards of glass from ancient bottles
sea worn

what messages could they convey
of depths plumbed
lands travelled
liquids held
I can hear their whisper
of salty seduction

Strange scene. Green garden, foot fall sparking up dust. Wire and things hanging from them. Some treasure hanging froma lemon tree. Shards of glass. And you thinking of messages they could carry? Strange scene...

Salty seduction.

 

[butters]

he watches from half a world away
close enough to feel the stir
as lashes brush the fabric of reality
so close he can almost
taste what she's doing
with that raspberry held to her mouth
tongue wriggling to dip inside
lips closing against soft sweet plumpness
pressed between palate and tongue
to release a
flush of fresh juices
the bright note in her eyes

he remembers to breathe
and leans moments closer
to lick the errant cream from off her lips

 

[todski28]

lithe as a leaf in autumn fall
flutter down


buoyed by wind,
gravity defiant
terpischorian woman
how you leave me

breath-
less

 

[Tsotha]

lithe as a leaf in autumn fall
flutter down


buoyed by wind,
gravity defiant
terpischorian woman
how you leave me

breath-
less

I've always enjoyed watching dance presentations, I went to quite a few when my cousin danced. There is some quality in the lighting, the play between shadow and light, the colors, the stage, the costumes, that makes it more than real. Of course, you're perhaps talking about the girl, not the dance itself. Yes, they seem so graceful and gravity defiant... Until you come near them after the presentation, and see the bruises.

 

[todski28]

a hand help empty except for a promise
no currency of the modern age
kept and sealed

in a single open handed gesture
where the nothing means more
than anything else offered

a casualty of monetary gain
promise me truth,
promise me at least that