love

[ivantheterrible]

any relationship. even loving someone you could never ever "have". not having her, why not stop loving her?
always protect, always love. but let them be.

maybe the beginings of something in written form? just thinking.
feel free to add.

 

[Senna Jawa]

love

you don't understand
what's going on
why you want so bad
to be with someone you don't know
eyes blinked twice and you think
that eternities passed
that you know

the fog
and the good people
share
in your happiness and pain
and you think
never again
and perhaps
you're right



​

wh,
1993-01-24

 

[Senna Jawa]

not quite free

the thread
wraps around
a day after night after day after...
and Ms, as hard as I try
I still steal, my crime,
your every gesture, word, sound --
declare me not sound of my mind
but be careful, you being on my mind
provides unknown to me grace and light
​

wh,
1992

 

[WickedEve]

not quite free

the thread
wraps around
a day after night after day after...
and Ms, as hard as I try
I still steal, my crime,
your every gesture, word, sound --
declare me not sound of my mind
but be careful, you being on my mind
provides unknown to me grace and light
​

wh,
1992

This one is excellent. I've read it several times. Just good, good, good. Wonderful final line. And I like the way you play with the words: "still steal" and "sound/sound of my mind/on my mind."

 

[Senna Jawa]

* . * . *

​

always sleepy
and never asleep
international airports
fly by me

always awake
and never alert
I see u in focus
but u'r far away





​

wh,
1993-05-31

 

[ivantheterrible]

i can see into your eyes
a depth
a warmth
even if you do not return
life
love
i will always love you forever
i will be there
when
you
fall...............
i will reach for you
i will pick you up
love
me
or not.
i will pick you up.
dance my dance
forest child
leaves
musk
knowing.
can you follow my trail?
my track.
can you?
scent disappears.
i can fly.
can you?

 

[Guest]

More again, retro neo

Does he?
AKA - Backdoor Man II


None of this belongs to me
I think, lying here
on his pillow, in his bed
with his woman in quiet rush

He wears bay rum and lime
sweats hard in his sleep

But he doesn't dream of her
because she wouldn't
have needs if he did

Can't help but think
does he know?
Those three love bites
between her breasts
should be obvious

If he knows, why doesn't he
take what is his?

Does he think that her
secret smile is for him?

I'm sure he does
all the while believing
his sixty second foreplay
five minute, self-indulgent
uninspired performance
equals her homemade cherry pie

Does he know that she's more
than just a domestic goddess?
She's also a back-biting whore?

I doubt really
In the beginning, maybe
but what he forgets
her lover gets—plus more

Get her scratching,
dirty talk
"Please!"
teeth sinking in
when her sweet spot's
bumped over and again

Does he remember that?

No

If he did then he wouldn't have
me knocking on her backdoor



- This one's from 2005.

 

[bogusbrig]

taking the long way home
past the railway cutting
I would tell her I loved her
if only for the day
life was like that
a discount store
you took what was in stock
pleased to leave with change

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Neo that was hot. Your girl must've been happy you saw in her what no one else did.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Profoundly Crude or ...

Profoundly Crude or Crudely Profound ?

you who combine
common sense wisdom and beauty
can't care less or feel any duty
to appreciate anybody's peasant ways
or the raw power of his brain

we talked and danced and talked some more
suddenly you were at the door
you asked right questions and got my eager answers
you learned a little nor did i learn a lot
you already crossed the parking...
we have talked for a short time
but too long --
i didn't match your skills

now that there are only me an i
we reach a clear profound conclusion

we like your smooth pragmatic ways
your intelligence and your beauty
we can't care less about our peasant days
we're free from self-delusion

and me and i agree on any night
and me and i agree on any day
that the memory of the unbelievably good warmth of your body
with i and me will stay
​

wh,
1984-09-3/4

 

[Angeline]

This is how I like
the morning: quiet,
maybe a tv at least
a few homes away
or a caw, a series of caws
belong but no more or I can't
maintain tabula rasa
carefully constructed
for the waking time.

Emptiness
is my true love.

A window opens to song
"At the Boardwark in Atlantic City,"
so one million associations rush
in: cotton candy teeth, buzzers
bells and shouts Round-up

for the Round Up boys and girls,
it has been spoken of course now
it has been written. Day must begin.
Love will insist on dragging along,
too.

 

[ivantheterrible]

for my wife:
over 15 years,
waiting
patience
for that look.
you finally melted
in my eyes
and i gave you
a peice
a small peice
of my
heart.

 

[Angeline]

Getting out alive.
One snow globe Frosty
no music but like a seashell
to my ear.

One photograph in an old frame.
His eyes like mine, a familiar look.
Her pendant crooked for eternity.
A thousand pictures for my hands
a thousand eyes, mouths,
but not a single word.

A string of pearls, lustrous smooth,
a crisp familiar click and then lain
cool against my skin in music only I
will every hear.

Love in a memory, in the fall
of gathered snow lifted and shaken,
sifted back to quiet again.

 

[ivantheterrible]

for sherry:

she flew away,
eyes i love,
a spirit that,
made me smile.

 

[Senna Jawa]

celebration



celebration

a fruitcake and a wino
didn't mind the food and wine, no
they had a good time, no? yes, yes
and all that jazz, jazz
you know, no? yes, yes

beer
turns tulips into roses
our conversation
absorbs foreign words
and notions

let's hope
to find a thick dictio
next to the eyebrow
when the eye opens

don't you feel
that beer
turns two lips into roses?
...
...

wind and wined
on my mind
tutti-frutti
you're a beauty
worry weary
don't you see
won't you marry
a fruitcake and wino
like me?
​

wh,
1985-96