If you come at just the right time on a midwinter night,
You can watch me dance and stand in my light.
You might be drawn to me but you can’t deny that underlying fear,
You know that I am dangerous,
Yet I beckon you with curvaceous colours to slowly come near.


Give into my charm
and I'll draw the moisture from your eyes,
and **** the oxygen from your lungs,
even if I mean no harm.

I only exist by consuming anything that gets in my way,
This is why, forever alone,
I must stay.

I am strength,
I am desire,
I am destruction,
I am beauty,
I am fire.

Beauty is in my woman's eyes.
I look, I glance,
I take in advance
To watch the sunsets rise.
Beauty are her lips
I kiss. Like a sea of red tulips,
Like a single folding wave;
Her lips seem to dance whilst they slave
Away
On a summer's day.
Beauty are my woman's *******
I touch, I caress.
Beauty is in her being -
Making love to her; whether its touching, kissing, finding, feeling.

©Jack Aylward
5th April 2004

We picked the seashells on the shore,
You hear them whisper in your ears,
I always love to hear you share what they speak,
Their words with different voices,
I always thought you just pretend,
So I pretended to understand,
Now you are far
Beyond the horizon that we see
Whenever we watch the sun wake and sleep,
I picked a seashell on the shore
And hear it whisper in my ear,
I hear your voice saying I love you.

there is a fire, somewhere.
the sun/sun making mad love to the mother earth like hey.
hey to the water,
hey to the waves,
           & all bits below.

            endless mad love.

& electric, sing the youth.
swung the tooth of photosynthetic children trickling like tributaries
into/onto/toward all worldly tufts.
prisoners of the wild.
prisoners of the city, yet swords of something like the heart.
           like an amber ale popped spare
& nowhere but up,
baby.

old cassette-tape
as bottleneck netting. this is
stellar
fishing.

            who’s wet khakis?

mine.

visitors from the great stars and lush.
tall nettle, tall tent-
city &
popping sap campfires. acid-
dropped and cooler cocked.
rekindle this
                bliss,
                cosmos.