The dizzying effect of
your fingertips
has set my mind at ease
To foreshadow the moon
and your crystalline lips
as the whispers descend
on the breeze
Could your heart beat still?
For everything will
culminate the sins of the day
For my delicate abandon
will completely command us
with love
I shall never betray.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Pretty little pantomime
I'll give you a nickel
if you'll give me a dime
For what it's worth,
an infinite junk -
a plausible answer to the
poison you've drunk.
Creation to me,
without your denial
could never create
your inebriate child
But hush, dear heart -
the moon's been low
Forget the nonsense
here begins my show.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
You are my passion
divine influence
under the moon
between my lips
you are infinite
and I would die for
the likes of you.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
I miss being kissed
Miss the way its unexpected
strangely exquisite mundane
to know
there are lips
waiting
loving
needing
your own
Not so much for the own desire
maybe for the satisfaction
inky safe preoccupation
of proving
your existence
deliverance
and desirability
and to not be alone.
Soft skin, a subtle glance,
it is this that I miss.
She needs to be kissed.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
I am too close
to the ever-pressing silence
that dominates the mood of my life.
Eerie jackals pass me in the hall
hungry
for a taste.
Blank stares and quiet skies
interlude
with an electric hum.
Why do I cringe?
at the thought of a
multitude of realities -
My jungle has no king.
Tender flesh exposed
most delicate in your countenance
I don't know your name
and there are too many of you
to begin with, so I can't end.
Impressions upon the mind
carved deep
with chisel and talon
Release me from this depth
too thick, like a humid morning
with an empty white sheet
staring back across the way.
That quiet sky speaks
no more as I wander
near the shore
Thunderous emptiness
rumble and control me
In the distance, an echo
returning from my silence.
I am too close.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
There is a sweet pain in mapping the history of our coupling.
meter by meter, each grassy
embrace and sand-filled kiss
charts a curious and comforting record.
Stolen moments, a theft
of space, a conquering
of body and mind. Dying leaves
cover a multitude of our sins
That copse of trees
my birthday gift, my knees
quivered and felt
barely tethered to the ground
Stars wheeling above
us and behind my eyelids
as I came, shuddering
my pulse the steady swift thrum
of a deep cello chord, velvet-rich
against the muscle of your tongue
my spasming thighs, reluctant
to let you go
always.
By daylight cars
come and go
oblivious to the chapel,
the consecrated ground we made
Desire, our religion
lust, our communion.
I baptized
the upholstery of your truck
sweet abandon - my satisfied
cries a catechism.
Sing Hosanna in the highest
for every delicate sigh
you've wrought from my naked body
This, then, is Eden -
every inch I survey I see
us naked, worshipping, with
greedy hands and mouths
by silver moonlight
The grunts and moans of
our ******* a hallelujah,
a psalm.
My temple, your body
My pulpit, your ***** **** -
your salty skin
In this worship, I am
perfect - my sermon
most holy -is an entreaty
Love me,
Heal me,
Make my weary body alive again.
Amen.
Amen.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Reduced to the sum of
our parts - the need
greater than whole
Numbers seem petty - a
fraction of the equation
Tangent, the shape of our
bodies all angles, bending
lines, the radius shifting
in sweaty palms.
In simpler terms,
the addition of objects
one plus one equals two
But such simple terms
do not apply here
My theorum has no solution,
no order, needs none
Irrational numbers are far
more interesting to me.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
The tittering leaves chutter
softly to me - embracing
the clouded sky, portent
to a coming
storm. We could not care
any less - embrace the heavy
clouds, a molten mood.
My thoughts are wild, omnipotent
unhinged. Lapping water
tempers the coming
rain - whispers to me with
those newly born saplings
Coaxing me to
freedom, release from
pain and present
A hope in deluge
A silent thunder ignites.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Here I have three blankets
all green all growth all mold
and stained with ashes
the first – soft, a mockery
of velvet it is ***
and sensuality deep, merciless
my favorite
lies
close to my bare skin
a slithering comfort – all
lips and fingertips
next, wide and broad
pastel – to ward off demons
I know, I conjure them in my sleep
Patchwork and pure
Forgiving the stains memories
large enough to hide
the light monsters cannot
see the blind
and last for
measure and pressure
a plasticine green, heavy
a morning in April – morose
it rests
like a mother, a lover
neither I know
neither have
been quite so serene or forgiving
as this silence
here, I have
created a safe
embrace the weight
pressing soft kisses
on my aching body
wanting to be held
cooed, soothed
my mossy womb
I could die
like this safe
and warm
lied
to only by
myself
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
awakening came alive
burning my eyes
bleeding
into this feeling of
regret
silent smiles in the dark
only carried me
for so long
I burned for you
cried eyes narrowed
to wilting flowers
the need to grow
to be warmed
to shine in your arms
whose? In this burden
this disgrace
I want to feed, a forgotten thought
a calm sigh
settling down
justifying
every word I said to you
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC