we cannot escape from being torn here.
you want everything and you should have it.
i want to get paid to be inspired by life and i can have that too.
our world is made up of crazy lost lovers in a web of connections
reaching out of memory and into a future of the unknown.
i am awake.
the serpent of today has devoured dreams like it's own tail, but cannot hide from the fact
that the days are like elephants walking in a line.
it brings me to tears that the link between moment and distance is a thin line
held by the thick trunk of memory and longing.
it makes me want to hold your hand and have you rest your head on mine
and kiss my cheek and tell me who the people in my dreams are.
i want to disappear into the ether and reappear in your dreams
and in your mind while you bathe.
then reappear on your tv screen.
then reappear as the woman i see when i look into the mirror with my eyes closed.
forgetting the feeling of missing you.
there is no sound.
the sun peaks through an early morning mist falling like lace around my window.
you wake me up break me down make me move make me weep.
a transit of constellations plays from the radio.
running through the woods against the steep contrast of trees to sky.
the feeling of being dressed in a bow.
we shared some things
sending letters wrapped in the fingerprints of many nations.
when i got home a feathered mess lay within the folds of time
drinking like a honey-suckling sailor
swallowing the dreams of masticating origami doves.
happiness translates to cannibalizing the secular delusion
driving to the temple with belled ankles and roped belly
hands to sheets then breast then head then knees to cheek to beat the weather
i didn't believe in destiny
the modern dance of fisted friendships
clinking spoons against crystal
making music in an alley
tolling bells for those that stop to listen
and with eyes closed
dance over the shaking heads of bobbling women and agreeable men
sloppy and loose to the control of eyes that pray
it's the synthopated choreography
that runs over the teeth of strangled women
pasted upon a scroll of fallen petals
my voice is reverberated in black ink
sporadically penned by a controlled bleeding
blending into soothing
like a child blends chalk
like a rainbow's disappearance into the distance.
like shyness to laughter
dissembling the resonant sound of your voice.
the faint whisper of rain sizzling in the low sun
like a full red moon confusing the day with night.
undressing the shallow mistress of adventure
while blindfolded human flesh and desire
lay underwater in love.
it burns a negative image onto the edge of my teacup
breathed into existence by shadows.
the circus of paradise is revealed in the droplet upon your cheekbone
a sip of power
calling your name
dividing joy equally amongst the abundant
what would it feel like to truly know you?
to lick the porridge from my chin.
you are brighter than sunshine
and i have the eyes of an albino cat draped in human clothes.
your fathomless eyes dominate me with snarling animist teeth
tearing gently at my lips
pouring the taste of honeysuckle wine amidst dewed spring grass
over longful tongue down open throat past thumping heart
only to later be digested
like the rising of the tide
coaxed from between my legs
a necter known to no other
drilled by fingers thick and relentless
a disgusted gaze froliced by winged tigers and bound muses
penetrates my mind and melts me into submission
your eyes ingest my spirit
fractaling my conciousness
devouring my ego
transforming para to meta and back again
in a slipstream of aerobic mind and body teasing
entering and releasing
pounding fucking beating
your eyes leave me breathless
your touch leaves me steaming
the memory of this has me soaking through seating
your eyes like the bluest black hole
suck from my mind every worry every dream
creating space for the nirvana of pure desire
caress my eyes like wisping hair caresses cheek
amid a summer breeze infused with sweat
cradling memory in poems of sound
undressing me from my skin and bleaching my bones
by knawing them clean
amassing power from gleening eyes
that rake the grey hairs that other lovers missed
caressing your flesh in windsong
then bathing your aura in pure loving energy
because i can
it is the shaman lover that imalgamates
the bondage between light and night
enriching a moment with cat calls and droning lovesong
it is the dualistic dance of the spirits
that gaze upon gentle fingers
tracing the map of time and space upon your wings
upon a temple and below the moon
the hermited lover retreats in meditation
blanketed by the moist streaming of imagination
painting to lyrics a musical interlude
like the silent rhythm of dew
you like the jaguar reflected in a single drop
i like the adornment that crowns your spotted head
tremble for knowing and unknowing
this is the mystery of unfettered love
this is a joy mask that blinds the eager temptress
leads demons astray
pulsates within earth core and star heart
to form a rainbow around tangled moments
aligning in harmony the driving mission
of two souls flowering entwined yet distant
(Note* This was on an IPhone notepad while having sex:
I have been wanting to challenge myself lately)
Read over lips to ears replete
With care for lovesong and sultry eyes
Though tongue does lisp past swollen thighs
And fingers drift my mountainsides
With pulling hair and belted wrist
Sucking life from moistened clit
Then diving into each abyss
Until I piss
You would read me more than poetry
While braiding hair beneath a tree
Lavish me in picnic breeze
Shower me with courtesies
Do exactly as I please
steak and eggs
for plates were placed
by flowers plucked
then held by vase
and eyes they gazed
to hands unsure
that rose to hold to heart the words that spoke
from trembled tongue and cheek through stretched and smokey throat beneath
a psyche magnified by tear
that falls to salt like rain on sun
a single supple fragile disc
like golden ring
against wedding dress
but will the answer be a yes?
a breath a stone compressing lung in chest a syncopated drum
bass lined by the tick of seconds
each salivating over breakfast
is this crossroad?
is this nexus?
fork steals bite
answers perplex us