We were lovers once, for all of time eternal.
That's no fabrication, says old Sugarman;
but that's a concretal fact.
We spoke as friends, atop the canopy of rainforest.
Costa Rican insight, we speak in tongues of delight,
pushing, pulling, pushing upon desire - all the while
smiling serenely into your ***** cocktail,
aware of the pressing concerns
into your later freedoms.
We love. We love and love instantly.
Skin baptised in humidity and rains rising in abundance
across the steep
valley of further treetop,
fading to cloud
beneath us.
Beneath us is the world: unbounded and plenty.
I settle eyes onto yours, stomach knotting, yet ensured,
as smiles weep to emancipated longing,
and this sheer belonging now felt
for this; our Eden, cast upon Astral shores.
In prophetic view of paradise, I pour water from a jug.
Clear as mind, I see through solar nourishment,
the expanse of all life, the life that crescendos
each time you sip on your straw.
Memory cleansed of all magnitude, now but fragmented
thoughts of nothings and second-hand sentiments,
I remember only the passage of our time up here,
the balcony of heaven and of Earth combined.
We kiss in the rays of Astral sunlight,
brighter than the longest of our day!
We sip red wine leant across the railings,
your dress clings emphatically
to the motions of your body.
It becomes as if brutality never existed.
I concede to life
and its offerings for all.
I kiss you greedy in the fast-fading sunlight,
as the sky is re-birthed in the conception of tomorrow.
I kiss you hard on the mouth
as we survey the old kingdom of man,
and these dying moments
before our next subliminal fall.
Please stay with me now in suspension,
this devoted region of nature, of plumage
and the removal of all sin.
I am done with whiskey slurs
and cigarette burns,
of chasing zeros
and memories unconfirmed.
I am done with complaining
about all of tomorrow,
about all of the pound
pound
pound of the heart
that resides in this chest,
this useless vehicle of flesh,
of matter born to die
and innocence always corrupted.
Please stay with me now,
as I go down
down
down...
please stay with me now,
my new sight.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
We were lovers once, for all of time eternal.
That's no fabrication, says old Sugarman;
but that's a concretal fact.
We spoke as friends, atop the canopy of rainforest.
Costa Rican insight, we speak in tongues of delight,
pushing, pulling, pushing upon desire - all the while
smiling serenely into your ***** cocktail,
aware of the pressing concerns
into your later freedoms.
We love. We love and love instantly.
Skin baptised in humidity and rains rising in abundance
across the steep
valley of further treetop,
fading to cloud
beneath us.
Beneath us is the world: unbounded and plenty.
I settle eyes onto yours, stomach knotting, yet ensured,
as smiles weep to emancipated longing,
and this sheer belonging now felt
for this; our Eden, cast upon Astral shores.
In prophetic view of paradise, I pour water from a jug.
Clear as mind, I see through solar nourishment,
the expanse of all life, the life that crescendos
each time you sip on your straw.
Memory cleansed of all magnitude, now but fragmented
thoughts of nothings and second-hand sentiments,
I remember only the passage of our time up here,
the balcony of heaven and of Earth combined.
We kiss in the rays of Astral sunlight,
brighter than the longest of our day!
We sip red wine leant across the railings,
your dress clings emphatically
to the motions of your body.
It becomes as if brutality never existed.
I concede to life
and its offerings for all.
I kiss you greedy in the fast-fading sunlight,
as the sky is re-birthed in the conception of tomorrow.
I kiss you hard on the mouth
as we survey the old kingdom of man,
and these dying moments
before our next subliminal fall.
Please stay with me now in suspension,
this devoted region of nature, of plumage
and the removal of all sin.
I am done with whiskey slurs
and cigarette burns,
of chasing zeros
and memories unconfirmed.
I am done with complaining
about all of tomorrow,
about all of the pound
pound
pound of the heart
that resides in this chest,
this useless vehicle of flesh,
of matter born to die
and innocence always corrupted.
Please stay with me now,
as I go down
down
down...
please stay with me now,
my new sight.
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I notice quite a few of my poems are becoming optimistic. I don't know if that is insanity or the bettering of myself, but either way I feel that these are worth more in their sharing.
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