extreme sports call for action
(just like you)

I can't lay too low, just now I lose you
(then maybe I never had you)

red light on and blue one flashing
(why are we always in ambulant-mode?)

extreme takes it

into your hands, come astonishing things
like wide yarns of wishes and dribbling dreams
if you hold on tight and yet easy
we may alight the route around the eyes of time

nothing stops the sweet running over cobbles
nor the petals of desire in red blooms
deep red and blushing open
I want to see your eyes when I fall into you
and when the tips of our want can twist sculptures out of black holes

this is when I crush your flowers, just like you want me to
don't you?

still alive
just tilting at the windmills, is all

benchmarks of perception rigged severe
leaves fine human to stiff foe of the self
complicit in this graceful, entrancing love
yet hop in berate haste with hooded view


no breach in hull of trust

in the god queue of offerings
some were bestowed beauty, others analytical science minds
some oddly grabbed a great many handfuls of diffidence
while others sat on loud but empty wind bags

some come in last, if ever for tryst rewards
but gain
sweet prizes in discretion

I am on your chest of fighting pearls
Like a rack of phobias hovering over you
I push my eight legs hard between your ribs
As not only your pupils dilate

Your ribcage is wide open for me
To feast merciless on your frighted heart
I watch you with my thousand hooded eyes
As you arch your back with eyes closed

You hate so many things
Like morning breath and crumbs
But I will push this acrid vapour into you
As I press your back deep through the floor

I will take you there, come with me
Where you cannot go, by yourself
Don’t kneel before me, get the **** up and face
As we both push on to unpaced frontiers...

cotton on thigh
satin beside hip

hessian under ****
wool over shoulder
polyester inside cuffs

take off, take off

silky silky slide
felt in slit

fabric shifting smooth and rough
delicious contrast

room for members only
inclusion to the party or left outside
for some reason, you’re not good enough - - - go away!

racks and rows of sorrowful pain come beating, like rain
in an endless circuit, it runs a spool
subtlety plays its wicked game of tug and pull, and horror is a resident in a dilapidated hostel
croakers dive into lucky packets, curing ails by tearing off layers of skin
these leechcrafters perfect the axiom, regurgitating sedatives to enact fever struck pattern
sawing bones into finest dust stream, disabling balm by wilting growth

only the knowers know what’s happening
keep the outsiders out
it’s a secret party - - - not all are welcomed