my love
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
your eyes
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
my love
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
my love
your eyes like the bluest black hole
suck from my mind every worry every dream
creating space for the nirvana of pure desire
your eyes
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
my love
liminality
a lotus unfolds to a feathered lens
opening the crown to shades of blue
while energy
divided by spatial intimacy
splinters into fractal waves
dispersing light rays
and recording the substance of memory
it is a particulate spirituality
that oozes from your ayahuascan soaked pores
it is the shapeshifting angel
who peels back hair to expose the lotus
and through this exertion
the unclean ritual commences
scattering semen demons
across an undulating body
batteries charged by shared meditation
devour the snake like images in our dreams
executing dance moves performed by liminal beings
in an omnium gatherum of cultural mythologies
we break down physics and the concepts of consciousness
to split our atoms with chakram energy
and seed the cosmos with love
across the sea and into the future
your touch seeks to scatter dreams like tinsle
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
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
love song #3
(Note* This was on an IPhone notepad while having sex:
I have been wanting to challenge myself lately)
Poetic licks on quilted sheets
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
I lie
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
I lie
If wet is what you must insist
With pulling hair and belted wrist
Sucking life from moistened clit
Then diving into each abyss
Until I piss
I wish
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
With ease
With pulling hair and belted wrist
Sucking life from moistened clit
Then diving into each abyss
Until I piss
I wish
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
With ease
Question
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
love song #2
Draw for me with a cinnamon stick on a window frosted with ice
Play me grass in the summer shade over the percussion of the rising tide
Bathe with me in a cup of cocoa and drink the nectar from my lips
Your soul is like a distant lover
singing to me with pressing hips
Dance with me in fields of dreamsong quiet clouds passing over
Eat the whispers that lean over lips that swoon to ears so keen
Stroke my hunger with the backbone of a single lion queen
Your eyes are like a supple moment floating on eternity
love song #1
Kiss me under flowers and undress my soul with your clawing fingers, play my destiny and send chills through my molecules, make my heart pound and stroke my winged back, that I may soar like a butterfly, I can drink in the divine nectar, that u might be shoveling the sands of time with my backbone
Reflection
mothered by hecate
divined by a moment
curious and curiouser
she pushed the little button
fairy animal shapeshifter
calculating form
knowing of her power
the strength of windy storm
the mermaid with a golden tale
sunbathing on a rock
fed upon the element air
her twin swimming in the sun
an aphrodite love goddess
a tiger a ten of cups
abundance abundance
beats deeply in her heart
the heart the king of swords
true love the fortune told
like tiny candy hearts
making up the human form
the receptor
dejected eyes meet an awakening oddity
naked without memory but honest and questioning
then met too by honest lips heart felt in crooning
speaking of meanness only too obvious
be that the punitive be the receptor
the receptor
what does it mean to receive
and what about function
simple carefulness and carelessness undone
a beating heart a beating drum
drum or thumb control
all of it power
and still there is laughter
and the pulsating chatter of slapping and flapping and gasping
til after
afternoon aftermath aftertaste
so much haste for such wimsey
skin pasted to a sheet after minute measures
a wellspring of want to leave it in the toilet
so quickly we follow suit
suit of darkness suit of death
love for sword play with cock and tongue
and incantations flux with sentiment
drifting 'cross barriers of paleolithic fumes
igniting your eyes against a morning piece of fruit
fruitful in hope chance
recording the circumstance
philanthropy for giftedness
niceness niceness verity
a simple test of clemency
clemency is it the job of the receptor
passively giving and at the same time knowing
the act is dependent on so many control factors
with innocent sweetness wrapped tightly round
profound with light and faster than sound
sound sound sound sound sound
another time around
and then eyes so dark that they seemed like a drawing
so distant but comfortable
like frequency sweeps humming
solfeggio harmonics amidst sycronized drumming
a house a home a pad a room
room for the budding of learning and growing
room for the mind to leave for a moment
room for surprises and smiles and owning
not knowing not showing but having and holding
seems simple but time continues to drink from its glasses
glasses of plenty spill juniper wine
vining sunrain soaked muddy my spine
biaural beats and spooky dark basements
black houses red houses solid gold blue
rat ta tat be boxin cymbal and flange
flange the great receptor
tie her up wet with wanting
hold her down glowing
sweating and groaning
beat softly for now so you can keep going
going somewhere she asked
he was shadowed unsure
she tried to be demure
he kissed her soft and pure
why the insecurity
insecurity lucifer and angel my shoulder
one black wing one white and grey in between
in balance divided in winter in spring
in summer in autumn in winter again
is this a job for the angelic dominion
dominion opinion cult crew or band
no man is an island he's only a man
and women can be temptresses goddess and ghoul
but we are no fools no we be true cool
or at least some of us do pound
sound sound sound sound sound
another time around
naked without memory but honest and questioning
then met too by honest lips heart felt in crooning
speaking of meanness only too obvious
be that the punitive be the receptor
the receptor
what does it mean to receive
and what about function
simple carefulness and carelessness undone
a beating heart a beating drum
drum or thumb control
all of it power
and still there is laughter
and the pulsating chatter of slapping and flapping and gasping
til after
afternoon aftermath aftertaste
so much haste for such wimsey
skin pasted to a sheet after minute measures
a wellspring of want to leave it in the toilet
so quickly we follow suit
suit of darkness suit of death
love for sword play with cock and tongue
and incantations flux with sentiment
drifting 'cross barriers of paleolithic fumes
igniting your eyes against a morning piece of fruit
fruitful in hope chance
recording the circumstance
philanthropy for giftedness
niceness niceness verity
a simple test of clemency
clemency is it the job of the receptor
passively giving and at the same time knowing
the act is dependent on so many control factors
with innocent sweetness wrapped tightly round
profound with light and faster than sound
sound sound sound sound sound
another time around
and then eyes so dark that they seemed like a drawing
so distant but comfortable
like frequency sweeps humming
solfeggio harmonics amidst sycronized drumming
a house a home a pad a room
room for the budding of learning and growing
room for the mind to leave for a moment
room for surprises and smiles and owning
not knowing not showing but having and holding
seems simple but time continues to drink from its glasses
glasses of plenty spill juniper wine
vining sunrain soaked muddy my spine
biaural beats and spooky dark basements
black houses red houses solid gold blue
rat ta tat be boxin cymbal and flange
flange the great receptor
tie her up wet with wanting
hold her down glowing
sweating and groaning
beat softly for now so you can keep going
going somewhere she asked
he was shadowed unsure
she tried to be demure
he kissed her soft and pure
why the insecurity
insecurity lucifer and angel my shoulder
one black wing one white and grey in between
in balance divided in winter in spring
in summer in autumn in winter again
is this a job for the angelic dominion
dominion opinion cult crew or band
no man is an island he's only a man
and women can be temptresses goddess and ghoul
but we are no fools no we be true cool
or at least some of us do pound
sound sound sound sound sound
another time around
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