Desire and Love

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
.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 April, 2017

MAGNIFICENT ARREST

You are poetry
engraved on my peasant heart,
my Love,
and never once did I imagine
the weight of all your letters
could equip me with
such feather-light wings that,
each time I beg for your chaos
to set me free,
the alphabet storm they beat
would soar me through this rapture
I have long desired
to write, instead.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 April, 2017

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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 25 April, 2017

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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 25 April, 2017

NOURISHMENT OF THE HEART

Nourishment of the Heart

Nourishment of the heart
feeds a variety
of rising hungers

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8 July, 2012

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 un-restraint and
thrived, un-reined, 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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 January, 2017

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

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 23 September, 2015

MIDNIGHT PASSION; STRANGER’S DREAM

 

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 birth to lucid grave)

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

And all the while
in rush and glory,
time,
undressing moments
as it passes, flies away –
manifest 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 smothered distance:
roaring
for a welcome end

So,

spaced between
the tics
and tocs
of darting pain
and thrusting cocks,
of cunts aroused, abused, and shamed,
a silence, near, deploys again
the ever caged
and emptied song
and lusting shame
of mouths and tongues,
inclining, 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

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 21 July, 2015

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.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 June, 2015

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

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 June, 2015

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.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 February, 2015

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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 September, 2014

DRENCHED

 

I soaked myself
in your pleasure:

sounds,
dripping like images
from your lips

No sooner had I drained you
and filled myself
than your half expired
body came alive

and, I,
already bloated,
asked for more

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 September, 2014

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

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 7 July, 2014

IT WAS LIKE

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
stripped you down to bare flesh
fully clothed
while I peeked between the slats
of fact and fancy.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 April, 2014

THE WORDS ARE

 

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

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 5 July, 2014

SILENT WORDS

Silent Words

Every word you don’t speak
is simply one more
that I would happily wait a lifetime
in silence
to hear

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 4 July, 2014

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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 4 July, 2014

LOVE RAPTURE

Love Rapture

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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 4 July, 2014

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

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 4 July, 2014

HOLOGRAM

 

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

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 January, 2014

APPETITE

Apetite

If I starved myself of food
I would never feel empty
because someone
with a taste for beauty
made you delicious.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 January, 2014

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.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 December, 2013

I KNEW

I Knew

I knew
that I would let you
swallow me whole
so I pretended
not to notice
and enjoyed
you watching.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 December, 2013

JIGSAW

Jigsaw

Part of me
is lost
in a jigsaw puzzle
where the image
I am putting together
is looking more
and more
like you.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 December, 2013

HAD

 

You had me
at ‘yes’
and I
didn’t
even
know
I was asking.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 December, 2013

CAUGHT

 

You captured me
with nothing
but your very
existence
and I
didn’t even notice
I was escaping
mine.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 December, 2013

THE CHEAT

 

I may believe
that you
and I
would be loyal
but
in truth
your job
is to
prove me wrong

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 9 December, 2013

COMMUNICATE

 

both high
– desirous –
in the space
between
our connection
waiting
with a nervous dream
for the red line
to be crossed

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 9 December, 2013

NIGHT LIFE

Somewhere
beyond the outskirts
of my coloured dreams,
the Sentry
– distant –
marking time
watches
as my silent soul
escapes,
eloping
while I sleep
– awakened –
with my fictional
and very real
desires.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 6 December, 2013