you can look all around and see.
you can touch you can breathe and hear.
you can mostly control what you eat,
but not everything you see or hear.
when the words flow
like glacial plains uninhabited but still alive
because it moves.
when the sights set
like a stone curse locking my joints
I can try to ignore, distract distractions,
don't have to try to reminisce.

you can take the interest from the stars.
you can give a break to someone who hurt you.
you can sleep along the side of a body,
but not the edge of a canyon.
tracing a yellow alien and ourselves
as a foreshadowing of what is to come,
or dressing the dog up like a lobster
and it wasn't even Halloween.
people talk about the right way to live
as if it's a one-size-fits-all but it's the
yellow alien that we haven't met yet.

.
The sight of your femininity, beauty,
draws breath from your perfect form,
swaying, flirting, a stunning visual love,
with swoon fantasy and anticipated arousal.

The aroma of your perfume, honeysuckle,
drifts lazily from your elegant neck,
teasing, promising, a consenting floral love,
with delicate grace and scented arousal.

The tone of your voice, seductive,
velvet whispers from your deepest want,
lilting, singing, a desperate lyrical love,
with inviting sound and timbred arousal.

The taste of your mouth, sweetness,
drips honey from your delicate lips,
flowing, flooding, a desire sugared love,
with urgent passion and oral arousal.

The feel of your body, intimate,
drapes sensual from your soft skin,
clothing, wrapping, a flesh blanket love,
with spine tingles and fingertip arousal.

You fill up my senses, stunned,
conflicting feelings play with my mind,
heat, lust, a primal instinct love,
frozen in time and with frightening arousal.


© Pagan Paul (25/06/17)

I wear her rose petal eau de parfum
So that you turn your head when I walk by
Just enough to trigger that brain of yours
Into a ***** thought when I catch your eye,
Trick your senses to believe I'm her
Spark a desire to grasp me tight
I just want my lips all over you
Not for forever, just for one night.

The eyes are such an important gift that have lately been ignored,
Oh its mighty power to us has been given by the lord.
Seeing is not the same as observing,
Just like touching is not the same as feeling.
“Oh what is this mighty gift of which you speak of ?”
It is the power of true sight,
The differing factor that separates darkness from light.
“I am so glad that blind I am not”
That is indeed funny… chuckles
For that is not what the blind man thought.
“What do you mean wise sir?”
I mean what I say,
And I say what I mean.
Look at the grand trees,
Don’t they seem so green?
Your dark mind is brighter than you think,
The knowledge you have is infinite.
Yet you lead by what your eyes can only reach.
So look into these kaleidoscope eyes and tell me what you see.
“I see… ash grey, fog… a condensed mirror!
Sir are you blind?
How is it that you can see the trees?
Oh sir, I am so sorry, for you I grieve”
Why now young man, don’t be sorry.
“But my visible ability causes your invisibility.
My eyes can see and yours can’t!”
Oh… but you are wrong,
For did you see that ant?
“But sir she is so small”
Ah, see how limited your vision is?
It cannot see all.
I can acknowledge her pin like legs upon my old sunburned skin.
They tickle yet *****,
Like the cacti sharp pins.
I can smell the welcoming scent of the honeysuckle flowers,
And feel the embrace of the crisp cold wind at all hours.
I can hear the birds chirping like the most delicate and soulful song.
I enjoy my life a lot although I will not be here for long.
I experience it all,
Spring, Summer, And Winter.
But my most favorite is Fall.
I see the world through my sense
For me those are my lenses.
Dear young man,
It is for you that I feel sorry.
For it is you who is blind within your mind.
However it seems that you don't mind,
Am I right?
“Well I never thought about it that way.
I never thought about the way in which trees sway”
Ah, young man,
I may have lost the commodity of my eyes but you've lost your sight.
Not only left and right,
But deep inside...
Do you now “see”?
That you need no eyes to truly see?