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Parchment Promises

We take turns to write
the words our soul carries
on plump satin cushions,
to paint butterflies
and snarling bobcats, fish
that spawn upstream
and the dappled sunlight
in trees, peepholes
through pearly gates.
We write behind the grime
that covers our keyboards
write of loss that shrivels
our hearts, and of gain
we wear like cat walk
bling. We write it all
in the hopes that one day
we will understand
our own words.
 
you never play my song anymore.
I sit awaiting the tune, the ever fragrant
note that will catch my breath
while I hum, dream a lil
dream of what was
or maybe
what never ... was.
 
sensual
sensual

s e n s u a l

I have a fetish
to feel
skin to skin
sliding bodies
red hot cores, rub.

I have a fetish
to feel
soft things slithering
between two fingers
crooked. to fall
into that feel
and never come up
for air.

silky boxers, with an opening
to curve five digits through
end to end. explore every
crevice created thereof.

fluffy towels, my downfall
of delight. on medium heat
wrapped and mummified.
the unmummification
process is pitched in pitfalls
to coerce and taunt. no zips
to bite, no buttons to tear
just one finger fling
and all is revealed.

this is my way of warning
the uncommon, the ones
who never knew, have yet
to experience. the sensual
art of feeling
rubbing, nose diving
and finger flicking.

for I have a fetish
a fetish to feel
and feel.
 
hahahahahahahaha

ball at the mall

a cold noon room
known her
handicapped stall thrashin'
(those handle bars are great for kissing ankles to ears)
we slow grind only when the door opens

later

food court chester
sticky fingers
monthly on shirt tails
who needs poetry
still wet baby juice on shoes

animals we drool each others sweet meat
follow tracks
making wild under the movie exit light
cumming attractions
 
I am coming apart at the seams
the fragile fibers of my psyche
once so finely woven
now seperate and fray, fuzzy
indistinct in appearance
unable to contain consciousness

dye bleeding as color drains
vibrant verdant greens
shimmering aquatic azures
psychedelic electric citrons
fade into colorless coils

haggard hemp snarled
knotted beyond undoing
all one yet unusable
unable to string
a single thought together
 
memories rest like buried treasure
in my backyard waitng to be unearthed
so near but so far from discovering

pearls of wisdom
golden opportunities
gems of truth

cliche'd and cast off as if I knew better
too lazy to shuck the oyster
too foolish to know the chalice
too impatient to sift the dirt

now rigid joints and brittle bones
conspire to rebuff my fortune hunting
if only I could find the map. I had it
only yesterday, or so I thought
 
Marital Bondage

After all these years
she simply irritates him
into rigid fidgeting
anal beads in place too long
all his sphincters purse
in her presence.
he longs to pull away
bead by bead
until she’s just a bruise
uncomfortable memories
silence disguised as civility
covers seething restlessness
a need to be free.
in this cafe they sit close
side by side or facing
inseparable in their impotence
grimly gray.
 
She's cheating on her husband
but can't sleep with a third man
(that would be wrong -
it would be cheating on the man she's cheating with)

Somewhere in there is logic
some sense of morals
is it bad that I understand her still
after all these years

So different than I
(or so I like to hope)
yet still it's like before
high school returned with a vengeance

How can I condemn her actions
the only difference I would have made
is to have left the first
before getting together with the second

Is serial monogomy
better than polyandry
is it bad that I let go
when she holds on

Of course to defend myself
(not that I need to)
I would never have started with him
I think, I hope...

She's gone soon anyway
back to her depression
I wish she stayed here
"If it makes you happy..." (right)

But that's not my decision
so I bite my tongue
try not to judge as I bid her farewell
saying a silent prayer to deities I lost years ago...
 
saw her
in motion;
just across.

sea of moving faces;

faces
entrancing faces.

moving, she;
through
their sea.
untouched.


a focused mind plays tricks:

her scent
so strong in the nose;

from then.

faceless faces blur
in their
noise.


willing her to look my way...
a game
a bait
not she...

moving ever moving
game?
a game
her game
a play.


would
have her
up against a tree;

her sister's wedding
just inside.

careless
needed

hello-fuck.

handshakes
taken.

and she'd taste
as she
did
then before.

she came to fuck
me
as
i had come to fuck
her.


moving now,
a move
to her;

the one
i'd brought
would keep.
 
I miss
I want
I need
I crave

but
it all seems a dream. He
the anchor to this ship
shooting through the wretched storm
there to guide and coerce her
to a new beginning
a new voyage that shall change
all sterile courses already laid to plan.
 
I sat, coffee in hand
waiting to see what this day
would bring. Not long after
a neighbor called. Son missed his ride
... could'a help?

Driving back, the rain began to fall.
Not lil specks ...big fat drops
as if the heavens opened up
and all the waterfalls in the world
came pouring out. I have to say,
I was quiet relieved. Rain in these parts
has been far and few between.

I recovered my spot. Pink lawn chair,
pelting rain slapping and the strongest
cuppa coffee I could get my hands on.

I knew I needed to clean the house,
overflowing laundry and the kids rooms
look like a garage sale had thrown up.

Still I sat, receiving the gift of a lifetime.
A morning sunrise within the rain.
moments of pure bliss. My mind
just floated away and relaxation
took its seat.



~~ I have read this twice
... not changing a thing BUT I see the errors .. grrr :rolleyes:
 
still...
not at this time, fuck!
i just don't think i'm

what? didn't catch that.
did you just say, "kitty cracked, splat?"

still, meant it, yet
yet, not at this time
her fate not met.

nine lives, nine voices?
who is speaking these noises?
splat. scratch that.

what? didn't catch that.
 
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the slow reveal.
'show me slowly'
tease master
my ass, wiped off the boot
scuffed

rebuffed - dress me up, dress me down.
still just a stupid ball gown

tiara tipped in giggles
the QUEEN of tarts
master master on the wall
who's the

you know what?
 
hydroplaning
swerving on unexpected
turning, into the spins
learning, to anticipate
planing speeds

once terrifying
to find oneself flying

cutting ties
to ground
simply satisfying
flying toward
lust for speed
 
what?
god complex?

quite possibly, she
who rests – digests
eye popping open
casting west leading
her laughing – winking
slowly revealing

is this not enough
this stuff of cosmic dust?

dust to dust
she thrusts herself
upon me cleaving

we two in opposite
views, diametric
see the other's room

a wink here, a nod
a toe tipped over
the line, drawn
toward the other

mirrors, we wrap around each other.
her winking eye catching my views.
 
ha! we laughing
crass as crabgrass
grasp the enormity of this situation.

fuck! did he just say a lump?
a bump somewhere
a spot in there
a mark
a dot

stare.
 
She planted a spider
on the laundry shoot.
With every drop let loose
cantankerous cackling
she would hoot.

A trickster she did appear
to be. Now it's time
to turn the tables
on thee.

Pink fuzzy handcuffs
wrapped nice and tight.
Shot down shuttled, landed
just right.

Hip smacking laughing
we all heard going on.
Just awaiting the time
she was on to our con.

A few moments later
silence hit the air. Then
" OMG " we heard her declare.

Rip roaring laughter let loose.
Knowing she had been got,
we had finally cooked her goose ...


:D :nana:
 
transitions

his shoulders are broad
now. i watch him walk
out the door,
slip behind the wheel
and drive. he doesn't wave,
or hug, or even smile
in his darkened mood.
my stomach knots
and though he cannot see
my tears, i know we are tied
beneath it all
with blood. i just hope
that he hasn't let
any of his own, again.
 
passion lay ashen
embers pulsing, barely distinguishable
hope's faint breath
alone keeps it inextinguishable

the burial urn waits
patiently, for the breeze's cessation
then the final flicker
which signals love's complete cremation
 
beast, labor under your burden
naked, self-awareness

these fragile achings of things
caught
between
what could be and what is

CHOICE

wavering upon lines

fundamentally flawed
despite dawns of discovery
evolutions of dangerous minds
AWARE
in celebration of

THE SELF

noble savage,
what is
hinges

upon the ability to see......OURSELVES

to......................see......OURSELVES

battles within the conscious mind /see?

eating ourselves alive
eating ourselves alive

...
excuse my dorkiness...
 
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seriously now, ignore the raving
lunatic in the glass tower, she
is much more quiet at night
when the lights go out, her mind
lights up like the fourth of July

eyes open to the colored lights
fascinated by the gawdy display
 
she spoke without words
instead glances askance
eyes looking anywhere
but in my direction
as our affections faded from view

what I already knew
but couldn't admit out loud
now hung hushed
crept in tight like thick smoke

my lungs tightened, pulse raced
forced to face the obvious
her absence the inevitable future
the rain poured down
the fog lifted
the slate was cleaned
 
are we connections of the same thing
two ends joined at the center, miles apart
from ends that never meet, yet see each
other in the middle ground of our mind

this time it is stopped in a heartbeat
watching ends meet and sparks fly
fireworks that set the ground to light
burning the middle ground of you and i

speaking of things we wish to seek
have lost or never even thought until
we met here, the middle ground between
us, burning in the fires of lost hearts

if you speak of it i will think it, if i think
of it you will feel it in the heat me make
between us, having never met until we
turn ourselves and find the middle ground
 
trust in us, the quiet voice
that speaks words in varied tones
trust in us, the overgrown
garden that needs loves tending
trust in us, the middle road
between two non-speaking worlds
trust in trust in trust in trust
 
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