"subaqueous" poems
Lay me down
in those fields
of silken flowers
where the buzzing
over our heads
whirls us into
lightspun holy
my dress a metaphor
for loneliness
as you lift it off
and let it disintegrate
into the evening's
electric ether
your lips
undoing the tight
leather laces
that have held my
heart in place
until now
Now.
undo them
in unfurled totality
let my feminine essence
drip, in non-verbal words
onto your fingers
let my elements
light you up
from within
firebrand sunset
in molten metallic sheen
indigo lip of ocean
melding into crackling
hiss of earth
and humming
under this
dark rich loam
tiny vibrating buds
sprout from fossils
trilobites become
hazy with new moss
seething insects
lay eggs and spawn
feeling the bloodpulse,
that simmer of surface
in slick magnet energy
Curled stems of wild
poppies and zinnia
tie down my wrists
snake around my thighs
clasp my
tender-boned ankles
as if to open me
up even more
than I thought
my soul
could go
and I do not resist
for soon they will
accompany you
as you decorate my
deepest womb
with blossoms
filling me with your
soul's seed
your musk-scented fervor
nestled, subaqueous
into the root of
my sweet
deep
of
need
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
2k
Star speckled fervor.
Bottomless,
This honey spice fathomlessness
give in to this sweet serenity
I'll pick myself up
regret it later,
but I let you.
Melt to nothing.
shatter every bone in my body
I may crash to the ground
because I am lifted when i am with you.
And I wont care to stop it.
Paralyzed in grandeur
I am thrown 5 thousand feet from the air
the wrinkles in my blankets,
as my sheets drip unto the floor.
I transcend the simple worries
I am flushed.
you are divine creation.
seems chimerical.
Turbo speed, you jet engine
submerged in the ethereal
subaqueous in metallics
sinking in a daydream
sinking my ships again
build me from the ground up
flow right through me.
not trying to tip toe,
vanished in it.
your breath on me
like the first gust of summer
I wish I could bottle it.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift us to the seamless realms of delight
Your ubiquitous presence we feel;
In the hum of crickets
In the silence of the stars
In the falling cataracts
In the running streams
You are there in the lone sea breakers
And under the swift wings of the wind
Come as subtle vibes to saturate our being,
Winding your way through every sinew
Enfold us in your rapturous hold,
Raising our souls to the magic of rhapsody
Paint intangible pictures in silence,
Creating a sensation beyond the reach of words
Let our souls savor the taste of ecstasy,
Daubing myriad hues on all ugly stains
Land us in the sequestered pools of oases,
As the blistering sands leave burns on our souls
Oh Music! Come and fill me
Soak me from foot to crown
Like a falling drizzle
Like a caressing soft wind
Like a marauding sensation
Drown me
In the subaqueous quietude of the sea
Levitating me through ether
And lifting me up onto the borders of heaven!
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
I want you
like I long
for a return
to myself
as if
to enter
my own
psyche in a
a single lit-up
journey, its
incandescence
led only by
pure breath alone
thoughts out of
bounds as
they fly off
unknown
into the night,
fulfilling
thick waves of desire
dreams in vibrations
love in realms
higher
the cells weaving skin
go so much deeper
a craving for
a force
uncontrollably sweeter
and I know
that I am intense
with it, like that
but I would not
want it
any other way
for in this
weightiness of emotion
it's the weightlessness
that stays
a breaking down
of barriers
that ultimately leads
to letting ourselves
open like blossoms,
to see and to be seen
for what is
heaven
but a soul recognition
revealing innermost depths
by our own volition
It is a return
to the lull
of the subaqueous rhythms
to the instincts of pre-birth
of subconscious decisions
blood knots twisted
into the cord
of the heart
linking its beats
to a light-infused
spark
sealing the deal
without drowning,
your heart beats into mine
soul within soul
in connection, divine
For the inner eyes
see in colors
beyond usual hues
and from my
innermost womb
shines a most
beautiful
view
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
we used to be friends
i guess those were the thens
that left me with the nows
still riding the waves of past tides.
its almost like i have the bends
i got pulled under for so long
im still feeling the effects of a deluge.
im sick of the constant reminders.
im sick of my windows into the past.
its one or the other in real life
but in this blue tinted subaqueous world
its always transient floating through water walls dancing with particles and plankton.
the ins and outs.
cant go forward without cutting ties from behind
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
i'm a waste
more or less just breathing space
and if you can't tell
by the exhausted look
on my calloused face
i've been here
and i've been there
songs so sweet
so soft like summer
air
subaqueous slumbers
in hell so bare
looked in the face of
love and was told
she did not
care
i told you
I've been right here
and I've been over there.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Submarine sailing
subaqueous submersion
floating through darkness
resisting radar
circumnavigating sonar
avoiding armada armageddon
torpedoes armed already
silent running stealth mode
eliminating unnecessary sound
surveilling would-be attackers.
Submarine suffering
sapphire scenery brings beauty
obscuring obsidian vanishes viewing
blinding black proximity paranoia
observing the unknown
behind titanium walls
contending colossal tentacles
extending from my kraken mind.
Caterpillar crawl
underwater undulation
supplies sparse
a city is needed
shore seems nice
party port
reconnaissance recognized
rejection redeployed
pebbles tossed in the ocean
sink to the bottom
but never die
and start submarine sailing.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC