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Matthew Nov 2019
to be an original
I am human a genetic pattern
for the future of the past
I am the present to all tomorrow's
I would like to be an original 

a unicorn poet, the one and only 
finding meaning to the words
left discarded like trash 
in literature's cracks

creating a full meal from scratch 
sweeping up the crumbs
for intellect to snack 
thoughts out of bound
no throne or crown

a new way to show you to the door
to let the metaphors fly
free to soar from sorrows pity
the fools self-inflicted broken heart

mythical and wise
to bring insight to the inner peace 
of man, beast, and machine
to no longer hear the war cry


to bring the dawn of possible dreams
a ladder to the bridge,
to the next evolution of life
to give to you not ask of you
a place to sit and absorb our universe
Matthew Nov 2019
I want the moon
to be ours 
Not Yours Not Mine
in lunar madness we orbit
horizontal to the dark side
full on the mouth
in half dressed lust 
quartered in love shivers 
le soleil I'm your sun
burning masculine
la lune your my sultry luna
dripping female form
night lighting
breaming 
electric snow
basking amour 
Not Mine Not Yours 
under
Our Moon
Matthew Nov 2019
You are a pebble
washed over by others shallow thoughts
as shiny and as beautiful
as any precious gem stone setting
upon top of the finest gold ring
on any hand worthy of beauty 

Your brilliant hue
crys crystal blue persuasion
sacred with mascara black veins
cutting through as one
in jagged ramadan twists
around *** appeal turns 

the selfish tries to steel your treasure
leave you to dry up in a broken sun
taking you from your loving home 
to lock you away in a private three lock box
for their late night polishings viewed by one  
high on their elevated shoes

Some wish to teach you to fly
with smiles for the heavens 
under their wings shadowing all your bling 
hoping to wear you around their neck 
like a trophy claiming all your glory 
with a clasp of broken luck

Me  oh, I want to adore your glistening kiss
crushing the velvet blackening my heart
dive in the depths of your muse
poetically expending my unwritten universe
within me to shimmer crimson poetry  
cheering you on to greater awareness  
brighten by your silhouette bathing my desire
Matthew Nov 2019
write to me in shadowy kisses
code your desire with over punctuation
pause me in the wink of your comma
dot your I's with little heart-*****

long hand me dark printed innuendos
quick to the ways of wickedness
showing off your double entendres 
making me lick between the lines
whilst ******* your tight margins

spilling the nights succulent obscenities
wet in vanishing ******* dry ink
letting your words drip me a fantasy
revealed in the fingerprint heat
of midnight edible ******* 

as your quill falls in free verse
aventures pulling your hair back
flower dancing me a peek-a-boo show
over indulge fonting me with calligraphy
your signature *** gripping graffiti

tagging my canvas as your ****** art
leaving me violated-satisfied
in black leather and lace
tied to every tongued soaked syllable
swaying your skimpy fairytale bent over ending
Matthew Nov 2019
Like No Rock

I could love you like a rock 
sit here and do nothing 
heavy on you 
Or
love you like the breeze
take you to places
you never felt before 
riding on my storming nights
Matthew Nov 2019
you are purity northen snow
looking for a ***** puddle 
to splash your dreams 
your calling card
a lavender garter belt smile
greeting me
in sheer rip away pantyhose

I take stock in your provisions
your dainty crimson heart 
in huggable fluffy blue socks
in contrast to my bohemian
naked sockless tender feet
your legs open minded 
to take in my deep thoughts

my ****** veracity booms 
your ****** groaning barrier
decelerating silky winds 
your painting shadow
fades into us as one soppin wet
tongue twisting kiss

swaping syllables in the ears
our spoonerism speckled
between our two worlds 
my dark silhouette presence
buried in your chandelier
shaded light
Matthew Nov 2019
like peach orchids standing passionately tall.
in cheery red poppy fields.
their rosy hues complementing their persuasive rumba.
bathed in perpendicular sunlight.

the parallel candle ends burning a waxy river.
a rainbow of cliche parasol drips dripping.
off tear drop stems thumping thrashing.
the peat moss growth of loneliness.

liberating a kissing pilotlight. 
drowning in aching elongated heart shapes.
reaching with brisk shores to
re-unite seductive continental drift.

damming all turbulent ocean currents. flowing through the darkest wayward days.
from the bare skin walked beaches.
impacted by grainlets of golden sands grinding.
crystallizing the depths of picaresque affections.

our bodies emotional obsessions.
tied to mutualism symbiotic entangled nature.
we plant loving lips in a blizzardery electric snow.
roasting fireplaces dreams.
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