Desire and Love

I KNEW

I Knew

i knew
that i would let you
swallow me whole

so i pretended
not to notice
and enjoyed
you watching

JIGSAW

part of me
is lost
in a jigsaw puzzle
where the image
i am putting together
is looking more
and more
like you

HAD

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

CAUGHT

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

THE CHEAT

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

COMMUNICATE

both high
– desirous –
in the space
between
our connection

waiting
with a nervous dream
for the red line
to be crossed

NIGHT LIFE

somewhere
beyond the outskirts of my dreams
a Sentry
distant
– marking time –
watches as my soul escapes
eloping while I sleep
– awakened –
with my fictional
and very real
desires

MUCH TO MY DESPAIR

this ice cream love
– sweet –
and filled with cold desire

drips

through the hole
in my sugared cone

the very thing that
once had held my love within
is now partaking
in the letting go
of its own contents

HONEYBEE AND FLOWER

Opening my soul,
the petals of its
soft, pink, silken flesh
become a mirror,
beckoning all and any
to the gateway of my swollen, naked heart.

And oh,
how does the honeybee suckle,
I remember,
approaching with a mask of raw intention,
innocent, but for the ravaging purpose
it knows only, yet again, to – here – ensue

. . . and so it does.

My blushing fortress sways and tempts:
a feathered
floral
nudity, as,
in you float,
oh honeybee,
in pregnant pause
to share my perfumed freedom
as I blossom
with your tongue inside my lap.

Crush me not, but leave me torn
– yet, just as gentle.

Your organic levitation swells my fancy.

WRITER STIMULUS

Your perfect lips
speak volumes,

an outline of their own

creating a story
of a thousand possibilities
straight from the mouth
of the beast,
the hidden tongue
of the devil,
and the mind
(digesting this author)

– the mind –

of
a
GOD

Your eternally paged fiction
stands alone,
(unseating its writer)
awaiting more images

– square jaw, naked mouth –

– bedroom lips –

to express the next chapter
of my printed vision
processed by a
hungry and
adulterous
need.

LIQUID LOVE

some of us
melt like snow
on a warm morning

others freeze

at the chance of love

MISSING ME

A little birdy told me
that beneath your eyes
you house a nest
of promise
filled with eggs
of fortune
that contain your golden secrets;

but that they will never hatch
without the heat of a woman’s touch.

TO WANT ONLY SOME OF IT ALL

The sometimes
of the most of my always
ensnares me
in its often trap
and though by I pass
in silence
I cannot blind
the all seeing knower
that fondles me
with sweet maybe impressions
and tickles my soul
with partial bliss
and otherworldly
here not there
allowable temptations
that only so far
have shaken my distant senses
with semi-translucent delirium
more often than not ever
but much more than
an inexcusable
not quite nearly enough!

LOVE-SICK

If I were a cloud
and not a white fluffy cloud
– but a dirty grey storm cloud –
I would shake my acid rain
to fall like sweat atop your skin
and burn you with the rancid drops
that swirl inside my filthy ocean

And with the might of a lion
I would roar your name
when my tempest was ripe

And when it pleased me
I would shoot arrows of light
from my electric soul
straight into your blinded
love-sick heart…

were I a cloud

NAKED IN NATURAL PRIMAL ORGASM

With raw animal love
we fucked

This wet
powerful surrender
fears enclosure

DISCO

the blue light fell on my cheeks
creating illusion
blushing me purple
and
smothering my warmth with
a masked smile of mauve deceit

shy to the last
my violet rouge aroused you

I WOULD, I DO

If I could depict the substance of my heart,
this mass of space (this massive room!)
would brand a masterpiece of art.

If I could write,
the composition would neither start nor end,
the meaning lost on tongues of lovers.
Yet, spoken soft or written proud
your name would glow its fame out loud:
expression shining strong and sound.

If I could activate emotion,
unhindered,
I would sway in craze,
but movement knows not this commotion;
impeded,
but just,
with solitary devotion,
I mind the thoughts.

In silence I thrill.

I love you still.

THE EFFECT YOU HAVE ON ME

When asleep,
intent allows
I doze to dream
– aroused –
of you.

I wake to lust,
robust with hunger,
starving
for a glimpse or two.

And in a trance
I rise to seize
– to freeze –
an instant here
with you…

but

I won’t retire
tried and spent:
instead,
I slumber,
yet,
to dream of you.

Throughout the day
I crave
and bathe in
lingering wants
I won’t release.
Desire
keeps me occupied:
my mind inside
unstable from the tease.

And time,
it passes,
fast escaping
– raping –
my increasing need
to lay at home
– alone –
and close my eyes
and doze,
aroused,
and dream.

PLEASE

Ignore me
when I beg for you.
I like to melt with desire.

AFTERWARDS

Thundering heartbeats
pounding with authority
emphasise the seclusive desire
to explore deeper
into reposeful slumber
by enhancing
the physical
momentum
tenfold.

Responding to
unlimited satisfaction
gospel silence is achieved
and all entities within
journey forth
into the
escapade of . . .

now.