Desire and Love

SHOW UP

Show up
with pieces of my name at your chest
and I will promise you
that all its letters
in any order
will write you through this fire
melting both our hearts

TASTE

I breathe you in
— surrender —
and my lungs fill with
flavours unknown
but for the soft sounds
I make of them
as they arrive

SIGHTED

should you
perhaps blindly
show an interest

this
errantly battering storm within
may cease its embryonic dance

and betroth itself
finally
in your capture

RISK

the only danger with
falling in love
is
being thrown
selfishly
out of it

NO AIR

you
are the vastness of space
and i
the lungs
that are empty without you

AS TO THIS HARVEST

As to this harvest,
your name tills my fertile field
plummeting deep into the earthen core of my heart
turning this silence of organic surrender
into the proud and patient
seedling of enduring
love
.

ELK HORN

My second sight
is now accustomed
to washing the stains
of misshapen understanding
from the elk horn
of your bound leather axe
plunged deeply into
the heart that continues
to love you: mine

LEVY

i forgive you
for not wanting
to spoil the darkness
that consumes you
with the love i bring

but surely

the toll for dishevelment
is worth the expense
to climb out
of its jaws

NOURISHMENT OF THE HEART

Nourishment of the Heart

Nourishment of the heart
feeds a variety
of rising hungers

MAGNETIC OCEANS

Her honey’d hole a wet, wet dream,
her liquid gold a silky stream where
sliding thrusts were mounted, hot,
and arching bodies dared not stop;
where moments flowed into the next
and both were drowned in comfort sex
and eyes were riding each one’s soul –
his quest for freedom her only goal

And rather than come up for air
this fiery passion sank them there,
(as both an anchor, twined like rope,
and locked in pelvic gyroscope)
her swollen thighs around his waist,
her nails embedded, tongues embraced –
and fishing for that final taste
with every touch, in every place

Fused as one with melting cores,
(her curling toes demanding more)
his urgent need to plunge her rightly
sealed them closed with hearts bound tight
and all around them
walls of water washed their sins
in quickening waves that locked them in
with swats and spanks
and gentle yanks and saucy stares
while skin-to-skin and hand to soaking hair

Like rolling tide to rocky shore,
(her legs thrown wide, his pelvis sore)
the crash and grind of karmic ties
were deep explored and fast revived
(with whispered greed they came alive)
awash with dirty unrestraint
they thrived, unreined, with fate to blame,
their pulsing needs through every vein
infused as one and charged by same:
her wild release on which he came, an ocean
calling out her name

PIECE BY PIECE

Bit by bit I’ll build you
until you forget you have no form

Dream by dream I’ll make you
as I pour your cold to warm

I’ll catch you in my blooming petals;
soft, the ground, my arms will be

Piece by piece I’ll fill you
yet, in truth, you’re filling me

Night and day I’ll ripen you
and grow you where you stand

Strong and proud I’ll mould you
while, in truth, it’s by your hand

Time will pass in moments
long in pause, and in-between…

yes…

My thoughts alone might write you
but, in truth, this need writes me

THE SOLD SOUL

It slips
– this new surrender –
past the rusted locks and caution signs
and crumbling roads of cul–de–sacs
and vacant lots
and open tracks
to freedom:

where conundrums play and secrets huddle
and bodies lie
and youth decays
– retired past expired days –

Engraved in time
cocoons and shells and nests are hung
and quartered for a chance at love:

the way ahead receding,
half behind and part enslaved
(a mask of promise worn from sale of soul to lucid grave)

And
– like an avalanche –
it falls in quick pursuit, this
multiverse of filthy guise
with liquid paths and dangerous eyes
and ruby coloured blushing cheeks
where
every lover’s heart of sponge or stone
descends to meet
while
heating for another touch
beneath the fraying sheets

And all the while
– in haste, not glory –
time, undressing moments as it passes,
flies away,
incarnate instead as flesh (again)
with wings that only beat
to re-transcend and scar
and mend
in pounding, swollen, rhythms
C
L
A
W
I
N
G
for the warmth of distance
**ROARING**
for a hurried end

So,

spaced between the
t i c k s and t o c k s
of darting pain
and thrusting cocks,
of cunts aroused, abused, and shamed,
a silence, near, deploys again:

the ever-caged
and emptied song
of lustful shame
and mouths and tongues
declining, fast at last
to go
from whence it came
to soak the mind
and strip the soul
and blur the lines
of time and toll

buried

in surrender, whole

APEX

In the peak of a moment
– at the very point of desirous recognition –
one exists in the present
only to fade into the stillness of
hungry impression;
to fade into the memory
of what might never be again.

Temptation: one’s new master of control.

DIGITS

Sticky
and sweet
the fingers
of love
that travel down
in tingles:
a liquid storm
in nothing but
a rush of fire

Wet
and discrete
the lips of heaven
that smother
and capture with haste;
a halo so wide
that not even
lust
could quickly retire

WATER INTO WINE

These words,
bedded by the flow of interpretation
dance;
a transhuman storm of sound
– rivulets of fancy and frolics –
washing clean the silence
with a bird call
of hidden meaning.

TO PAUSE

To Pause

Abandon me
so I may postpone
this satisfaction
and
for an irrelevant time alone
subsist on nothing
but my starving need
for your fulfillment

DRENCHED

I soaked myself
in your pleasure:
sounds
dripped like images
from your lips.

No sooner had I drained you
to fill myself,
your half-expired
body came to life again

and, I,
already bloated,
asked for more.

STEPS

I walked slowly
to spend more of eternity
with you, and

when you turned to
usher me closer
what you didn’t realise
was that I was
already
there

IT WAS LIKE

It was like
you were something
I should not permit myself to see
but the voyeur I make no apologies
for becoming
had stripped you down to bare flesh
– fully clothed –
while I peeked between the slats
of fact and fancy.

THE WORDS ARE

The words are there
wrapped around a tongue
as dream-hungry
as the one I have
of you

SILENT WORDS

Every word you dare not speak
is simply one more
I would wait a lifetime
– in silence –
to hear

KNIT

Knot

You could be made of
the fanciest yarn that
binds forever
your empty space
and you would still
knit me a reason
to love everything
you were actually not

LOVE RAPTURE

Love Rapture

my fingers
trace your outline;
every
hardened wave
and liquid curve
the perfect shape
to precisely enclose
my rapturous heart

LIGHT AND DARK

Light and Dark

There might be darkness
where there is no light
but there surely
cannot be me
if there is no you

HOLOGRAM

you could be
nothing more
than a hologram
and I would still
feel your touch
upon my soul

APPETITE

If I starved myself of food
I would never feel
e m p t y
because someone
with a taste for beauty
made you delicious

DESTINY

Without your eyes
to fall into
and your mouth
for me to desire
this soul
would still
find a way
– like a compass –
into your center
and you would
still
find a way
like a magnet
into my dreams.