Bantering with Octagons

[Svedish_Chef]

Come to me, sit awhile
Let me cleanse you
Wash you in the water
Rub you clean and dry
Keep you safe and warm
Let it be true
Let I
be
you

 

[sigh]

to bathe in moonlight
white skin naked
nipples hardened to the chill
labia damp
hopeful
needy

run against the wind
and laugh into your song
find a way through a world of darkness
with a moonbeam
and a prayer
and a tear

 

[cymbidia]

In the darkness of the early morning hours, the chill of impossibly distant hot stars ride the velvet sky. I want to be that dark, deep, mysterious sky. I want the white brand of a star's energy to sear the depths of my softness. I want to be owned, claimed, put on display. Why should the distant night sky have all the fun?

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

A mystery that is unfathomable is my favorite kind.
Something inpenetrable as the deep sky.
Something as chill as the universe and hot as a star.
Give me something I can really sink my teeth into and hopefully bring forth at least a drop or two of blood for my effort.
Wrap me in the folds of a nebula and dazzle me with the promise of what is behind Orion's belt.
Dip my fingers in the coolness of Andromeda
And let me live for more.

 

[Guest]

 

[freescorfr]

The point of no return.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Returning to the point of no return.
Dragging my blanket of stars behind me.
The precipice looms... vacancy awaits.
Taking the dive, only to return to the point of no return.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Return to innocence
A life chill
A pure thrill
Your first kill
Loves bitter pill

Hearts to rend
Roles to defend
A life to end

 

[freescorfr]

Life in the end
returns to the stars,
to the universal space
In which we are all divine.

Here in relentless, finite time,
We are saints and devils.

Take what is good and reject all that comes to you which is bad.

Then grow to sainthood: take all which is good, and convert all that is bad to goodness.

 

[cymbidia]

Finite time stretches infinitely when one is sitting still in a blue rocking chair, looking out the window at the cars going past, and waiting...waiting...waiting...waiting...waiting...

 

[sigh]

cars and stars in a cosmic jam
sweet spread over toast
a treat for the children
on christmas morn

lane change
left lane closed
damn damn damn
this traffic jam

seven star pileup
on interstellar 65
south through kentucky
to knoxville
and beyond

beginnings and endings
and all points inbetween
it's all we have
when all is said and done

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

Zees free me.
Lovely long slow naps, somnolent in the heat of of the afternoon, snuggled into lazy hazy dreams and wishes of touch of moaning sighs of easy release.
Waking, damp vee, zees tease me.

 

[sigh]

(true story)

heels digging in
skittering downslope
a cliff to eternity only yards away

down on my butt
palms to the ground
feel the tear of flesh as i try
to slow
my fall
to oblivion

but just for an instant
oblivion beckons
i feel its call
draw a quick breath and let my slide go

but then my child screams
in terror of losing me
and the sweet call of oblivion shreds
into terror
and i claw to the earth
tearing nails
ripping flesh
to turn oblivion away

but it worries me still
that death's call was so sweet
if only for an instant

 

[Dillinger]

Butt wrapped cosmic jam
Divine finger in the dam
Sirius star
Dog viewed from afar
Clean world
Cosmic swirled
Bugaboo

 

[cymbidia]

(true story)

staring into brown eyes
so different from the many blue eyes i've stared into throughout the loves of my life
skittering into an eternity of emotion
maybe of inestimable value
maybe of hellish agony

my heels dig in
fears take root
bloom wildly

trust me
the mouth says
the mouth below the nose below those brown eyes
the mouth that's so sweet to kiss

upon this moment
hanging freely
offered wholeheartedly
paradise beckons
or oblivion
and i don't know the difference

and so i do nothing
except weep silently with impotent fear
and rage against myself
for my inability to let go
one way or the other

clean safe loving world?
or sanitized and paper-wrapped, like a motel drinking glass?

trust?
me?

how?

i fear i've lost that ability.

 

[Dillinger]

Bloomsday river
Anna with onions, no liver

JoyceCrowleyEinstein
All three are mighty fine

Trust
Never lost

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Trust me, trust me

Why cant we just be sober
I just want to start things over
Why cant we start things over
I just want to become over.

I want what I want
You want what I got
I want what you want
Intrisicely betwixed

 

[Dillinger]

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I crave you to crave me
I desire you to desire me
I hope for you to hope for me
I think about you thinking about me
I wish that you were wishing that I were wishing about you
I am me as you are he and we are all together

 

[sigh]

awash in
desires
needs
wishes
and wants

can't the world change
to be as i want it to be?

i want the eyes of a child once more
to gaze upon freshness
no matter where i look
to giggle at nothing
and everything
all the time

 

[Guest]

 

[Svedish_Chef]

everyone dies everyone lives
the ride can be forever
The ride can be a day
live every bit
dont waste away

Fill to the brim
and pour it over
lips on lips
crimson on clover

over and over
I'm falling over
over and over

you look so fine

 

[Guest]

 

[Svedish_Chef]

The ride is eternal
living or no
It goes on

Flow baby flow

dont let it go
I dont want to know
pass it over me
Passing over me
Overpassing me
Overtaking me

Let me catch up
let me find it again
Let me find
what I cannot hide
and show it
properly
again.

 

[cymbidia]

Un- off- ill- over- under-
balanced
The ride is eternal
Breathe, baby, breath
Past the pain
Past the bloom of fear
Past the regret and fleeting self-loathing
Flow, baby, flow
It goes on
Let it
Let it go
Let it go past
Breathe baby breathe