I know desire
desert of pyre
sister to this fire within
Amidst you and I
love drunken high
a savage gale begins
With angst respire
and lusts arrest
in the eleventh hour
down to rest
To my crippled hand
and weighted tongue
the fray begun
the sting has stung
To thirst and hunger
impassioned tease
encompass me
with an  ardent seize

In all that is left
one seed and sweat
desire shall feed again

Songbirds chatter
a joyous hymn
their chorus lull
from hours in
their song of flight
now replaced
with insects hum
and good nights grace
heavy long emerald grain
bow and lap
from dewy weight
horizon lit
crimson hue
day star settles
to western blues
mornings charm
time is treasure
the Golden Hour
evenings pleasure

I have to tell you girl
you're tempting
like that bowl of sweets
gramma lay down
You're the mystery
in the foil
and I wanna taste
I could put you in words
I can paint you with my fingertips
smear the red of those lips
with my tongue
Wanna run my hand
down the warmth of your curves
down all 6 ft. of you
Wrap my fingers through your hair
that platinum blonde
pull you in
You wanna know love?
I'll come up for a kiss
and show you
Gonna bite the bottom
of those suckable wet lips
taste your sugar
The soft of my skin
my ******* resting on your smooth
from your toes to your hips
Gonna swallow like fine wine
Oh passion lust desire
You could have me
All of me

copyright 2005 Bellabloom

I LOVE YOU, HE SAYS
LIKE A TWIST ON A DRY MARTINI
LIKE A GEM ON TIRED SANDS IN NEVADA
I LOVE YOU
HE THROWS HIS WORDS
LIKE HE THROWS HIS TONGUE
DELICATE YET TRAPPING
SOPHISTICATED YET PRESERVED
I GIVE IN
FOR THE SIMPLE PLEASURE
TO GET OFF
BECAUSE IN SOME HEIGHTENED FORM
I'M GETTING OFF
ON YOUR SIMPLE WORDS
ON YOUR SEARCHING SOUL
AND ON YOUR SWEET BROWN EYES
I'M GETTING OFF

Bellabloom
Co.2000
London ghetto poets

To My Piano...

I spill out the good tunes
high octaves and silence
the silence not even Brahms
can play out
two sharps one flat
crossover crossover
do you hear the sadness
tremble the pain roar
I feel it
I feel it
steady on the pedal
wandering hands
my eyes skip a beat
putting these keys
to such warmth
push the words
to melody
my unforgiving chant
I want to crawl
slither up your spine
can you feel me
can you hear me
because I sing for you

co. 1999 Bellabloom
Apr 16, 2005, 6:02:44 PM

I love you
but my words shall speak silent
I see you beautiful and flawless
I feel you
heartfelt, profound
and deeply
I need you
your rapture, your mirth
and your bliss
I love you
But I like a craven
shall mask

co.2004 Bellabloom

On a beautiful autumn morning,
she wears RouRou
Chinese delights.
impossible hair by Tetsu,
court wigs and military dolls.
street walk the catwalk.
fashion flown.
Takeshita Street in Harajuku.
cross cultural synthesis.
a full spectrum of colours.
urban purity.unmistakable.
haute-couture
a balanced fusion
of reality and dream.