"cambered" poems
ope n al l t h e smal lt hin gs (between)
th ei rmiddle s i swri th e ge n tl y
m yst er y (that which tiny wanders
awe) brigh tfast bl indl ingly w i t h e r s
faceshands
into dust stumbling minutely though
g r a s p in ga nd b i t i n g
so open all the small things (boys and
girls open them they have empty which
like you have and faster more colorful
nothing they) s o
open all the small things boysandgirls
spilling from them running rivers of
poppies splayed out in raw pallid eve
rushing through cambered fragility
(that instantly with precise mess flair
with the curving orange of death )
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
Dawn, at thy navel lies the errant fuzz of mountains
rough, slight, sulking shoulders awash
in thy muted crush
of swollen light cambered at the
waist and smeared with the
lumbering hulk of jasmine
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC
asoftquietafore;
B OO M!
grunting swirl. the speakers speak intangible friction
who's so slightly an empirical fever
nursing gratuitously the male flavors encumbering
the ego flecked freckles *** lisping
elegantly cambered waists shrines of molten ecstasy
but my lady niggles sporadic splinters in my sheath
and i
splay the courageous night
and penetrate her plaintive giggle
andrideayellowbuckingmetal
to her supreme station
and palm her credibly
with every effect of my huddled fibers
where she is gently wet
a winsome hollow
in where
is
springhotlycaked light boisterously exploding
and a pink breaking every other colour
i slave mightily to it's hairless stubble and i stumble
rightly dumb
at her close cut whisper
slanting ardently a moist bolt of night
aggressively passive
and patient
she cups my puddle
and
with
lips
purely dirt
she scrapes me perfect
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
December, December
Now, I remember
You're the annual pilgrimage
On a road steeply cambered
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
by keen edged light do slice and fray the knotted chord of sanity
shed miraculous logic
for 2 bold fantasy, thy fancy of bulging rainbows, a serrated pillar
of luminous children
midnight is a laughing thing, a great greeting lassitude, as carefully
collapses silken hair
for who's art i slaughter apprehensively motion, becoming prone
a receptive son of the calming burst of gleaming fur
i stoke repetitiously the cambered vertebrae of fire
and by fingered velocity i stroke about the brash sliver of hair
bashing aggressively from thy stupor of unclad flesh(a bastion
slight fragranced as aphrodite, the hollow of thy lip brimming
incandescent droplet
a treat
i thee
oral
)...!
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 10:25 AM UTC
& what are you?
you; are
the
naked saturday
sweaty hills neatly on your
skin. thou art:
the rain
damply kissing a thousand times
my neck. you are the supple stocks
the roots ; the petals
you are a fountain of stunning music lashing
crimson fists on my and you are a flock
of muscles rightly.
or
you are the splinter of *** in a nocturne moon plated
demurely akimbo. you are thee. you are the
contraction of my fibers in the ecstasy of
wet
summer
lips) the crescent of heaven
and you are
eht
. fragility of life in a manifesto of pleasure.
are you are the lucid abstraction of
beauty. aphrodite Fleshed in the sinew of reality. cambered in the
pasture my hands.
you are
YoU
arE. m
I
n
E
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC
patient violence: wait at the breach
i'll let you captivate my sinew
when the bell tolls. resounding
activation; articulate fists dapple
cambered flesh
kiss pretty ugly knuckles
love the pain shower
b u t
so it tolls again
the exact ring of rest
calls to my hands
"steady breathes now,
in this minute"
i await it's summons to
birth
purple
blossoms
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC
slee ep. . .
though
you
are
awake
i am alive in you;
(in thy body–
and amongst thy leaves
i am naked and fragrant )
i am touching the cool spine
and the cambered wrist;
lightly mute, **** and bruised
with dark veins.
your cheeks are pale;
your eyes are soft–
hugely brimming
with neat darkness.
you come over the mouth.
you hold the breath
between delicate fingers.
you are nearly kissing,
each nearly moment of body.
you move with quick slowness:
never rushing,
never uncarefully treading.
((s l ee p.. .
though
you are alive;
i am awake in you.
)
)
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 12:56 AM UTC
in so night pert stings of
(pouting *******
where laid a finger's boy
(his whole)
trembles nothing
quivers on the aching crush
of finest ribs
just
spindles hardly distend
in cambered hush
impatient, smiles
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
. like stars
first nubile pins against darkness
subtly quavering against darkness
i tread amongst your hair over
mountains i quickly unsheathe
my soul and touch, by lewd drunk
fingers, just the canny ribbons
of your spine and cambered
in my palm it does exactly the
very painful beauty thing
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 7:45 AM UTC
The welcome sun gilded, the mighty seven mountain peaks
As fingers adorned with rings, they lay aloft our eyes
Beneath our feet, the silent sleeping snowy snake
Conquered on the kiss of cold, a cambered frozen line.
The eternal night of valour, written in silver past
Still shining in the faces of unshuffled uniforms of bravery
Twenty daring sons of motherland, in the ticking clock of darkness
On the giddy throng of foes, fallen lightning strokes.
Time was what they need, till the distant succour
They fought an infinite war, fringing their martyrdom
Until the land kisses, the unclouded moment of victory
For the present cradles to sing, made their last salute.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC