Dec 2014
and your electricity
will propel through me
jolt me ALIVE
make my skin tingle
this and your fingers
twirling until midnight
chilly trail along my back
bones I own
played as a silver harp
kiss me (pink)
and I’ll sip your smell
like white wine
slip it under
my sleeve
breathe easy
if you have stained me
with a [quick] shock of lipstick
watermelon juice
as a burn on my neck
kiss me (red)
and my veins will i g n i t e
a sunrise
between-our-toes
cauldrons for mouths
burbling bits of us
fat happy glistening bubbles
wrench me
from the river you know how
rinse me in lilacs
kiss me (black)
and I’ll crackle
spl int er as glass
be swept along in neither here
or there
lose my taste to the wind
fill milk-bottles to the brim
with inane bOO-hOOs
those bluespinksreds in-betweens
**** me gently
(with a smile)
will propel through me
jolt me ALIVE
make my skin tingle
this and your fingers
twirling until midnight
chilly trail along my back
bones I own
played as a silver harp
kiss me (pink)
and I’ll sip your smell
like white wine
slip it under
my sleeve
breathe easy
if you have stained me
with a [quick] shock of lipstick
watermelon juice
as a burn on my neck
kiss me (red)
and my veins will i g n i t e
a sunrise
between-our-toes
cauldrons for mouths
burbling bits of us
fat happy glistening bubbles
wrench me
from the river you know how
rinse me in lilacs
kiss me (black)
and I’ll crackle
spl int er as glass
be swept along in neither here
or there
lose my taste to the wind
fill milk-bottles to the brim
with inane bOO-hOOs
those bluespinksreds in-betweens
**** me gently
(with a smile)
Written: December 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - much more experimental than usual - partially inspired by the style of ee cummings. Inspiration is filling my brain at the moment, and the important thing is to create something which puts my thoughts onto the page/screen in a way that satisfies me, and in which the meaning is clear (at least in my own head). Feedback is very much appreciated on this poem, and of course on other works too.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - much more experimental than usual - partially inspired by the style of ee cummings. Inspiration is filling my brain at the moment, and the important thing is to create something which puts my thoughts onto the page/screen in a way that satisfies me, and in which the meaning is clear (at least in my own head). Feedback is very much appreciated on this poem, and of course on other works too.
