"liquefy" poems
Your serene lips could liquefy petals of a rose
With twigs on your spine
Consuming my dreams as you lure me
Stretching as the stars shine
Tangled in the ocean breeze
Beyond beautiful you steal my soul
Our hands unify in the shade of the unknown
Tonight we step beneath the flesh
As the path of dust disappears
I want to drink from your collar bone
Every crevice I will endear
Following the maze of your fantasy
Impeccable skin inviting me in
The anticipation intoxicates my desires
As I travel your outline I stiffen for you
Eager to gratify the valley of your liquid pearls
You whimper as I dissolve your engorged delicacy
As you spasm and tremble you ignite the evening air
A Magnetic exuberance of fervor swept over me
Our swollen, lustful lips surrender again
As your majestic heart nurtures our love
I famine to have your tongue renew me
Your quivering hands beginning to stimulate me
You brush against my hardness lightly
I stir inside my stomach
Restless and blazing I await
Teasing the tip my luster rises
As your manhood swims inside my mouth
You swell my peaks, passionate yet tender
You linger feeling my need
Slipping into your enticing throat
My fingers clutching your hips
Connecting with my core as I absorb you
I quiver and cry out loud
With handfuls of starlight and luster
We create a haven just for us
You enter me so carefully
As we wither and blend
Our flesh is stamped together
A serene ambiance is swaying with us
As you whisper and writhe beneath me
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
There is a storm
gathering in
my womb
soon to explode
into a thousand
crimson stars
lighting up
my veins with fire
and unraveling
deep-set,
knotted scars
and the gentle rage
outside my window
presses on, inside my head
as I lie here,
my thoughts twisted
in a cozy, yet empty bed
my thoughts unfurl
in misty haze
curl into
smoky
rouge
as nightsky thunder rolls
into creamed saxophone
deluge
the snare drum beats
in firelight
ripple sheets
in silky flutter
as my fingers strum
my womanly instruments
into loamy, primal butter
my voice in quiet utterance
as the heavens open
to heavy rains
that liquefy
my desert
hydrate my
bare-soul caves
so I electrify my echoes
into fruited, crystal drips
frothing up my
cherry wine
upon these moistened,
hungry lips
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
If you fall off the highest point of your life, I will no longer be your net. I will be the concrete. And if you lay there long enough, I will liquefy into the IV that goes into your arm. And if you don't move I will be the oxygen mask. See, my mind is the hospital in which you will stay. My arms will be the blanket and my heart will be the nurse. But I will never hold you too tightly because I don't want you to confuse the water in the IV with the ocean. Because the ocean drowns people. The ocean will take you away like driftwood.
My body is the hospital. But remember a hospital is a building, and a building cannot stand without support beams underneath.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
There goes Lady Fate,
donned in solar sparks
and her lace corset
whose overt promiscuity
catches the attention of
one unsuspecting astronaut–
his helm fogs as he exhales,
his breath crude and lascivious.
Even Neptune’s eyes themselves
glitter wetly with passion
as she struts towards Polaris in
her pinprick stilettos.
She adjusts her stance accordingly:
I. Purse lips into a smoulder
(might as well look
pretty while ya get the job done.)
II. Aim for the desired target
(that there’s the bull’s eye.)
III. Wreak havoc
just as any Fate is meant to do.
(But, of course.)
She picks up her staff and fires.
The universe tremors
in an unbridled spiral
of colour and chaos
as the planets
d a r t
about like billiards, * * *
colliding/|\with/|\ the/|\ stars
who, in the midst of the madness,
d i v e r g e and c* r* o* s s
for fear of being vanquished.
A cluster of mismatched constellations
and forsaken cosmic particles
settle into a state of
mutual negligence and destruction.
And, together, they liquefy into
a festering pool of molten silver.
Lady Fate grins–
yes, she has the stars right
where she wants them now–
and, in a final act of defiance,
she strikes against the earth
and watches with satisfaction as
it hurtles towards the silver
and sinks down into the molten
like an eight ball.
(And everyone knows it’s
Game Over
once you’ve sunk the eight ball).
From where she stands–
bent over Polaris
in seductive pretentiousness —
she relishes
in the screams
of some wretched lover–
the first to ever be
betrayed by the stars.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
The stench of burning flesh and *****
Imbuing the air
Carcasses of infant demons
Putrefying in the crater
Dissected impure angels hemorrhaging
Repugnancy dominates
Shrieking
Quivering
Floundering as they flutter their rotten wings
A profusion of worms
Falling from mouths like a cataract
Smoke coming out of their halos
No longer reigning
In this, their hades
Swollen with beasts in utero
Perpetuating abominations
Soon it will be their turn
To liquefy in the lava
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Come to me...
I want you" I whisper breathlessly in your ear
I crave you under my skin,
Between my thighs
With every inch that pulses...
Come to me... stroke my body
With your wet desires,
Taste me as I bring myself to your lips,
I want to sink my silken need,
Wrap around your aching sinew;
G
l
i
d
i
n
g
My hip motion,
In rhythmic beats...
Listen,
As my song liquefy's,
Drowns you,
In the swallowing gush;
Midnight
My decadent addiction
Drips velvet...
Melting
The shudder, of a russet kiss
Devoured
Slathered in October's earthy scent,
The gem faceted light reveals
My softness... in your hands;
Sliding your desire
Coating me...
Deepest silken magenta
Drinks poignant yearn
Laced lips...
Wrap around
Groans that echo
Spoon feeding enchantment upon
A sinful swallow...
Unashamed, shadows smile
Where a tongue teases
Pulse beat moments...
Your skin scent,
A rush in torrid blues
Tethered,
Stitched into silken crevices;
Where flesh consumes itself against
Your burning,
Red in my veins...
Stroke my petals with a moist lick of tongue,
Watch me
As I bloom and open wider,
Enter the swelling pinkness
Wander ever deeper into my fragrance;
"You make me burn"
I whisper into your mouth...
Touch my flesh in breaths
Bend me, fold me, lick my sighs
Move me from within.
Let your fingers caress my open thighs
Hold me deeply
Throb in my grip...
Kiss the place where ***** peaks taste your tongue...
~Breathless~
higher
~Faster~
higher
~Deeper~
higher
Come
To
Me..............
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
Weirdly wonderful caterpillars,
liquefy, transform, and reborn;
Wonderfully beautiful butterflies,
Who taught you how to do that?
Mother Nature, the mother of gaps;
Magical hand hides ignorance,
Misdirects from real question:
Why do we even ask at all?
Curiosity satiated we move on,
Forgetting blindness unremoved.
For if sighted, a new tongue to learn,
Mother Nature, the new alphabet.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
I'd rather shatter
and watch all the tiny pieces of me
fall to the ground
then have you ignore me.
In that fragmented moment in time
when I am completely dissolved,
at least I will be free.
Free from the infectious words
rolling off your tongue.
Those sweet lies, in which you
deceitfully soak in poison.
I believe everything you have ever spoken
only because I love you,
but when your smile fails to hide your cruel intentions,
that is when I wish my soul would liquefy.
If only I could say goodbye to your wicked lies
when you ignore me.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
The sun with its
Fingers of ray
Caressing and dubbing
Thawed the ice,
Which a brook,
Soon bubbled
Forward to advance!
When will my
Lovelorn and
The frost of loneliness
Congealed soul
Begins to liquefy
In a way
Description that defy
Fine-tuned to
A soul mate's voice
And enticing eyes
With a heart
Engaged in ecstasy
Choreographed dance?
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
It's three a.m. & I am not asleep
How could I close my eyes to nights like these?
When thunder rumbles my ribcage and breathes an ache into my chest
Where water droplets drip onto my thoughts & liquefy them
Lightning coursing through my shaking veins
Every strike echoing & electrifying my brain
Chilly breaths that creep along my skin, serenading it
My cigarette with every pull more luminant
I've circumvented myself into side effects of hopelessness
The sounds of rain stripping me softly into submissive erosion..
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Everyone is an island,
But everyone is trying to connect the island with the main land through a bridge!
Everyone is trying hard to get the soil to grow!
Thus, everybody is busy building their own viaduct!
They build it,
With their own materials of heart and soul!
But when storms come hearts are split and destabilized,
Some time liquefy in rain water! And Bridges break down!
Again it is becoming an isolated island!
So, in the race of edifice,
Everyone is searching for material of strongest and vibrant heart,
To build the bridges sturdy and eternal!
But hearts are delicate and soluble to state of affairs of life,
So, it breaks and link fall down, and
Every one becoming island with its own soul!
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Heavenly blends, of
soft-loud melodious,
like miraculous, the repertoire
liquefy, even frosty heart
to turns cordial.
It’s authentic.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Expel
mint liquids;
cool my stomach
and my tongue.
chew ferociously
for thirty minutes
harden
and liquefy
I’ll peel another.
I will finish packs in a day
chain chew like cigarettes
aspartame
I can blow bubbles
and then put them in my stomach
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
Beautiful darkness
Lighting strikes the stones
As my mouth unpeels
Liquefy on the edge of hope
Descending toward imagines of my ghost
My weapons are my words
Spiritually sickened
Convulsing with electritcy as it undresses my wounds
Comatose hallucantions howled
Unhinged calamity of the naked shivered sky
As the womb needs its whiskey high
Birdlike flapping my anxieties away
The twine is weak morally I will drown
My bones begin to find me as I go down
Arms and legs that no longer move
As my eye lashes begin to kiss the night
My teeth and lips will never feel a kiss
Looking out the windshield of sobriety
Entwined lovers drunken mourners
I beg of you to slit my tears
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
displace yourself from yourself
leave your body
without the pressure of your
spirit your heart and soul
liquefy
you can pour them easier
that way
pour your heart and soul
into everything you do
(from afar)
pour your heart and soul
into the words
that when they get
ripped to shreds and scattered
all around,
you still have your spirit with you
and the molten heart&soul;
are fluid, and they flow back
together, hydrophilic
your scars are now the scars
of the ocean
made by boats slicing the surface
a fleeting white foam that
fizzes and splashes back
into serenity
the words flow together
and the paper scars mend
your heart and soul
safe
they're going to keep on
like that now.
a world of motor boats
etching out scars
words ripped to shreds and
put together and
ripped to shreds again
you're not much use to yourself
this way.
it's not pain if you don't feel it.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
You can hear silence, if you listen.
Stop your breathe and tap
into the empty.
Oh chalice of hope, too often
left unfilled, drain
the resistance.
Lie back, close the thoughts
and open your eyes.
Believing does not
require seeing.
Allow sentence after sentence
to remain unanswered.
Be unrestricted enough
to not be alarmed.
Fountain of ice, melt away
and liquefy into sharp
pencils of vision.
Sighing in peace, letting
the lace curtains of
contentment to rise.
Skin to be stroked
with the developing
essence of being
in contemplative mode.
You can hear silence, if you listen.
Listen now.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
"I could have been yours."
A mental script that echos in her mind throughout her solitary nocturnal escapade.
A combination of five simple words that is strong enough to freeze fire or liquefy a a neglected dream.
The perfect conclusion to justify a tragedy -
A tragedy so pure and so close to being a sunset-filled day in between the lines of a fanciful short story,
Yet it also cuts a beautiful outline of its history through her tongue.
It pierces through her skin like fangs of a tormented beast.
A carpet of shattered glasses rest under her bare feet,
He was not there to close the colossal distance that appeared in between.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
born of love, shaped by pain
reflecting eons of untold dreams
reach out to the looking glass
what is on the other side
stretched out my arms to touch,
for there i saw everything i am,
and there was the beautiful me that i forever missed
wished the silver shattered,
no longer could i stay incomplete,
prayed i, please lets dissolve
tentatively hands touch the glass
intrigued having never seen my true reflection
realizing there is nothing to fear
within the mirror does a true beauty hold
if only the glass would liquefy
let me pass through to the other realm
inhaled me in, devoured me,
from the both sides; as I leaned my numb self to,
the silver pool of heartless honesty,
swam I, closer towards my reflection,
walked into an embrace,
lifting ourselves into a new reality,
dissolving step within the liquid i did
finding the answer to my unknown half
reflection becoming an untold story
of ourselves trapped in dreamland
a dream that is our made reality
hand in hand we strode,
in our hearts was born a new light,
thanking the force that is pain
that led us to one another
holding each other close,
bound together with unleashed love,
we traversed through the verses of our dreams
succumbed to the reflection
no longer a mirrors image
what was once a lone pond
evolved to a deep ocean
the ocean of love and undying passion,
from which we imbibed back our lost dreams,
quenching our soul's thirst,
celebrating the wonderland life is...
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
I like to constantly mix up my mind and take everything I know and stick it in a blender, then switch it on 'Liquefy' and wait until everything and anything I thought I knew is nothing but a smoothie of confusion. I could choose to leave that smoothie in the blender and go down a nice hot mug of reality, or I can choose to down the smoothie and get lost in the taste of it all, mixed together so fervently that one former form of knowledge is incomprehensibly inseparable from another former form of knowledge. It is at this point that I either come to terms with the fact that they are so mixed up there will never be any individual understanding of any of them ever again, or I start down the futile road of separating all the puree'd ingredients of the smoothie in a vein attempt to make them solid and individual once again. When I start down that road, I have no choice but to acknowledge I will never reach the end, and I have to acknowledge that never again will the blended banana ever be a solid part of reality, and I have to acknowledge that I have no proof to say the milk and yogurt were ever of separate forms. This is when reality becomes incomprehensible, yet closer to the honest nature of the universe, and further from the conventional delusions of the human mind.
This is when it becomes clear that we are all blind;
This is when it becomes obvious that there is no great truth to find,
And that we are lost in the beauty and delusion of perception.
This is when it becomes clear that we're alive.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
Sin, my word-heat, beading skin,
Edging curves asking.......begging....
Searching
Lures me to wild songs, played against
The strobe pulse on the bare of flesh,
Swaying in rhythms... breath-searching shadows....
Where “I love you” is so much more than words....
Soft;
Silken caresses liquefy...........my will to resist
The touch of fingers...........so breathtakingly slow, and
Thoughts vanish, as lips taste the core of me, a smoothed tongue sheath burning ecstasy....
And “I love you” is so much more than words....
A quiver-moan in the shake of hips
As senses rise to meet demand;
I Watch his mouth devour me
And I... parting easily, just for him....
When “I love you” is so much more than words....
****** fury pulses, as
Fingers splay upon petal’s dew
Licking moans, where he waters me, primal,
Lain in tangled sheets, drenched in shiver-ache....
Because “I love you” is so much more than words....
S
L
I
D
E
S
Me wicked,
Piercing darkness with his heat,
Possessed by the dance, hips shriek, in the brush of pounding...
And oh wow... “I love you” is so much more than words...................................
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
slither steady,
holy, swollen tongue.
grace the ear
with silky sorrow; wind
is hollow, is a whisper
is silence between
skin when hips are hips
are rose-hips, horsewhips
hollow
of butter in summer
and honey in autumn.
thicken, my throat,
morning will liquefy and harbor
your thoughts, sleep steady
syllables,
breathe silently in the night;
sleep steady.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
Behind her smiles hides a story
A story that not known by many
Wearing her best mask is not easy
'cos underneath, her tears are falling
And pain is part of her living
A weakened self can't be able to fly
Because of her anxious mind that liquefy
That makes her stranded in death sea
Drawning in blood sweat and tears
Can't escape from island of her fears
Thoughts are overflowing
She over think about everything
Tired of all the things she's facing
She wonder if it's really worth living
Ain't happy neither sad
Just feelin' it bad
Being not good enough
Only can do is to be tough
And have faith in God
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 7:18 AM UTC
Backstroking
into a midnight snack.
That's some bad hat, Harry!
See the sign with the fishy graffiti?
It's supposed to be scary.
Come one, come all
on the fourth of July!
Put your kid on a raft
and watch him liquefy.
Then sail the high seas
with Captain Ahab.
Three men in a tub.
Too far out to hail a cab.
Guess we'll see who ends up grub...
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC