I am alone
in observation,
a splendid
ascension
of sensations;

Textures,
tense fingers
find
tactile pleasures
smooth and cool
to rough and hot
from heated concrete
beneath my feet
to moist stems
and slippery grass
that barely allows
any traction at all.

A titan’s perception
my poetic obsession
with twirling words
in a myriad of ways;

Of tasting salty meats,
or soft sugary sweet treats,
of the quick dissolving
cotton candy
that clumps
then disintegrates
on the tip of my tongue,

or the blossoming pain
of a cracked tooth
and exposed nerve.

The blacktop
cracks,
and I observe
earth.
Till, my eyes
ascend to heaven’s height
and I perceive the slight
blinking lights
championed by
a bright beautiful moon.

From the iron red sea flows
an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves

Unequivocally woven in response to
the senses of each unique being

Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek,
let the transcendental levies bleed

For that which may be perceived internally,
will be embellished eternally

You might be late to say hello,
To drop a message, ask a question,
Express your love, how much you owe,
You might be late in your expression.

You might be planning for tomorrow,
To call, to say, to come, to write.
Your planning might be good and thorough
That ”it will be”, not even ”might”.

And you will come, with love and care,
You’ll make a call on chosen day...
To find with pain you’d hardly bear
That you are deadly late to say...

...You will be late to say hello,
To drop a message, ask a question,
Express your love, how much you owe...
You will be late in your expression.

Your candy land was amazing at first,
a sickly sweet that gradually made me feel worse.
You eventually turned bitter and ****,
right around the time you were ready to rip out my heart.

Love Bullet


Neither love, nor death,
Nor weakness or strength,
Could stop these words of love,
From leaving with my breath.


These words I must speak,
For you have inspired me,
To speak of love and lust.
To once more argue the case for your trust.


Your love is the bullet I shoot into my veins.
I take your heart inside of me, to ease our pains.
You **** me slowly from within,
It feels like Heaven; let this never end.


My scandalous siren of mischief and naughtiness,
You crash into me and spin the world backwards;
Clockwise, Anti Christ, Upside Down;
My senses go sideways and my head stands on the ground.


You pick me up with a word like love,
So once more I can stand before you
And beg for your touch.
Love me and I am yours until the end;
All I ask, is you tell me when I am not enough.


Or kiss me and I shall rejoice in your presence;
From morning through to daybreak
And until we are each taken to Heaven.


I can only feel warmth,
When you are there to be seen,
Before I must perform.
Distracting them from my dark heart,
With your pure love, light hearted, shine of a star.
You allow me to do this;
For without your love,
This would have soon all just have been forgotten.


So I shall move the Earth for you
And bring the Sun a little closer to your view,
Because sometimes you look grumpy, without my love;
There is no need for you to be lonely or sad…
Come here and receive your free hug.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

You sink into the fresh cotton ocean
fragranced by the oriental softener
I want you to reach into your inner
most abyss, while I pick my lotion.

We are alone my love, tonight
I owe you with my hands, give up the fight
Trust me, while I weave a warm thread of
tenderness on you, with me, you tread.

My fingers cascade and snake along your spine
I dedicate this moment to you. My message
is carved into you during this slow massage
To me, you are truly defenseless, thus divine

Imperceptibly, I skim your skin,
your breath, I appease
my angel, dream with ease
fallen asleep at my shin.

April 9, 2018
To Laurentin