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Lotus petal
limbs
Penetrate rich ochre skies.
Roots take their journey south,
As
light beckons with laughter
From the northern sun.
Blessed beauty of
imperfections,
Embracing wilted corollas,
That once protected her seed--
She dances her silhouette
Implicitly on your horizon.
Senses
teased by languid, lust filled pores--
The pear shaped shadow becomes light.
Graceful curves of precision
Converge between hidden lips,
Willing
her wings to open--
To fly.
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Little mermaid pinks and
greens
Wrapped around my fingertip.
The hang nail ripped by my
teeth
Bleeds through
Penetrating vision.
The callous beneath
protrudes
Proving the King’s sleep is near.
Fear rises in my
throat
While I choke back rivers of deep.
Heeding to your
warning
I folded inward, outward and above,
Leaving the tailless kite
In the dust of our fear
To see tomorrow,
Its darkness clear beneath
the blanket.
Revelations of hope and grandeur
Tucked away in pockets
of mind
The key to diamond handcuffs
Flashing its glare only for an
instant
Before retreating to now.
You are a fur coat
Lent
cautiously to my shoulders
One fine evening.
You are the black and
white
Forever etched
On my color wheel walls.
With my knees
pressed to floor
I vow to never forget
Knowing the nature of black
Is
to fade to gray.
Palpitating heart,
Godly
anticipation
Suspended in flight.
Dismissing thoughts
of frustration and moot points
I step aside for the now.
Letting them go
into abysmal darkness,
Body and spirit are set free.
The infinite need
to let go of desire
To quiet the cycle of conscious dysfunctional tapes
Becomes omnipotent.
The world,
It misunderstands.
Buddha and Lao Tzu speak wisdom
Into the fearful mind of
Wednesday’s child.
An epic battle of wits taking place
In an organ
painted with precision curves.
Typing the A with the B,
I sit
restlessly.
My little pink heart
Struggles to lend its strength to
fight.
My mind becomes the fool.
Emotional hoarding
congruent as it dances
Bitter tastes and angst its unruly match.
Rubbing
like sandpaper on the pulpy fruit of my flesh,
Challenging my lungs to drink
the air.
Under my skin like a famished parasite, taking turn after turn
Through the labyrinth of switchblade thoughts,
I retreat with unsteady
feet.
Opting for the now,
Revenging the craving for the perfect
metaphor.
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Traversing
tantric instinct
My mind remembers its affliction
the human
condition;
to want what it could never hold.
Tiny daydreams float like
dandelion seeds
Inward, outward, above and beyond
to the horizons of the
unknown;
the horizons of life;
where illusions begin
and gravity seizes
to exist.
Compromising nature’s balance
I
wish for light to bury my darkness;
I wish for love to bury the shame.
My
yogic spirit sits silently,
Beneath smoky dreams
that dress my colored
walls,
as my feet seek the solace of the ground.
Momentary awareness meets
metaphor,
Olfactory nerves bring me home;
To empty pockets,
To
colorless barricades
Translucent next to his touch.
Grasping for words,
I dance
around what can’t be spoken,
What can’t be sung.
An animalistic
language
Meant for only those who know
the silent symphony of the
sun.
Inspiration wreaks havoc
Like the fire below my hips
As the
clashing of logic and love
overpowers the strength to live
In this
moment,
In this breathe,
where I know I will never be his.
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There are few things as poignant,
As a
warrior in mourning.
A spectacle of strength,
Wilting into the
ground;
Like the slow descent
of the last crinkled leaf
From a cherry
blossom tree..
My supine stem curls forward
Following the
labyrinth of roots
Downward,
to where his forehead meets the earth.
A
being of lithe,
I reach out to him,
As moonlight did
That starry
night.
Screaming from my lungs to his;
Praying to
move his whim to sigh
I seek words
fluid as melting ice.
Alert, as in
enemy territory,
I summon the strength
of wounded warriors,
slouched
comfortably
under the shadow of life.
Bending like the archer’s bow,
My heart opens
without fear.
Removing my rusty armor
To leave my skin bare;
I stand naked,
firm in my stare.
than
the sound of air;
splitting at invisible seams.
Or the sound of a
warrior
Shifting his gaze
to find his target is me.
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Languid moving muscles twitch
With the thought of your
fingers
Tracing my body,
from freckle to fur;
Heat from my
chest
Reflects the rising temperature
In this empty room.
I say a
silent prayer:
May we never stray from this...
Basking in
time drenched with space
I revel in moments between;
The ones that create
memories
That sneak into my dreams.
A contentedness to be,
A
willingness to meet my death
With a smile in my eyes,
and a peaceful
grin
I would give my last breathe.
The nights
wouldn’t speak regret;
The ones spent alone
would inspire thoughts to
wander
encourage me to ponder;
but they’d sure leave me tired
and
wet.
Your smile would steal my walls,
but I’d love you all the
same.
Painting boxes for your songs
You’d always be my muse
kept safe
within my gaze.
Fingers finding rhythm
to the beating of this dream
I
come home;
and come slowly
to the inner reflection of your
face..
May we never stray from this.
The same
of you and me;
It would only be one version
Of the fairy tale that could
be.
please let us
stay,
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If I had only one wish,
It would be to feel you
now.
In a moment of weakness
I crave the taste of your skin;
Air
around me transforms
Into cotton candy stars,
and I fumble to find the
strength
to conquer time once more.
If only now was yesterday,
I’d
weave another feast for your eyes.
Fear bred from tortured
past
Hinders a tantric tale,
I wish I could say I traveled light;
But
at their mercy I grew frail.
Pleasure and pain collide,
Chaotic flames
ignite.
Joyful anticipation meets self recognition;
Against a starless
sky.
If only I could be held,
in the safety of your limbs;
You
would know my scars
Like a long time lovers lips..
If I had only one
wish,
I would hand it over to you.
My thorns would soften,
When
graced with your touch
Your heart would blossom
Under the heat of my
love.
If I had only one wish,
It would be to come undone
at the
seams where dreams meet life;
it would be to remember,
no wishes come
true
without a dreamer’s eager sight.
If only I had one wish...
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When it rains,
the sky shits rainbows
for
everyone but me.
Hosting a pity party for one,
I wonder...
should I
leave you be?
My heart beats indignant
for occupying your view;
and
I don’t feel like fighting,
what’s inevitably clear:
that I’d fail,
and
end up kissing the pew.
Like morning dew on lotus blooms,
reflecting
and rejecting
the simplicity of your pond.
It’s never as it seems,
and
so I wonder,
is it only me?
Retreating into space,
Leaning into
self,
I find no need to fight,
what’s inevitably clear,
that I
am,
as you are,
imperfectly
sincere.
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If I told you where it hurts
would you kiss it better?
If I told you I
want more
would you come to my door?
Tiptoeing around
circumstance
I grin with the notion of you;
crossing my
lips,
penetrating willing hips...
pressed against the
mattress
twisted in gratification
if it exists,
heaven would live in
your grip.
It would be you and me,
bodies distorted on the floor;
I
would be to you, my dear,
your one and only whore.
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What started as an inkling,
evolved into a book.
Written from
tiddlywinks in time
when I could smell your pheromones
dancing with
mine;
What I would give
for another look at you
at your blood soaked
sleeve
at your fingers tapping the keys;
What I would give
for a taste
of your nectar;
Knowing I am not a fruitful bee,
knowing you do not
wish
for me to sow your seed.
Last night I dreamt of you
in
uniform.
What I knew to be blue
contradicted itself with yellow
hues,
but still you were there;
ready,
willing,
to fight a
fire
with a clean breath of air.
I would have sold my soul
to smell
your hair...
Captured in subconscious mind
I let it ride the stream,
I
let it seep onto you,
and into you,
in hopes that you would see.
What I
would give to go back,
and set you free.
Lessons of
expectations
never learned,
I imagined you spinning,
about and
around
for the nearest open door.
I didn’t believe in the weight of my
words
to a man so close to the ground.
But still you come towards
me
humoring my view from the clouds.
Woven from prose and playful
flirtation
we have created a monster
with most lovely intentions.
I
only wonder,
what I would give,
to make the dream come true.
what I
would give
to wake up with my eyes to you.
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How can I show you
who I am,
without being in your sight?
How
could you know
what you’d see
if given the chance
to unbutton..
the
fantasy?
I could tell you of the iris
that blooms between my
thighs,
when I think of your silhouette
emblazoned into sky.
I
could tell you I am flawed;
that I’ve been branded
by fire lit
fingertips
in the midst of passion
pain,
and lonely lips.
I
could tell you how the stretch marks
came to dress my solemn skin,
I could
tell you
how it all began.
If I can tell you this,
you will know
me,
without ever having known
the texture of bliss,
or the contours of
my tiny tits.
Dare I speak?!
Oh my love,
You have become Prufrock’s
peach.
I’d like to tell you why I jump,
why my fists clench in my
sleep,
so that you might know me
before you choose to fall;
before your
arms become my cradle
and all.
I can tell you this,
and I could
tell you more.
But the truth is,
it doesn’t matter.
The truth
is,
I am nothing but a bore.
How can I show you
who I
am,
without being in your sight?
It is a question
only a fool would
ask,
when
drowning in poetic slight.
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Thoughts of our bodies at play,
Forced my lips into a smile.
Tinted
transparency of the moonlit sky
Reflected the parallels
in a universe of
synchronized notions..
Fueled by our fire,
My hands found their place at
my sides.
Temptation tested resistance,
And I settled for the warmth of
your eyes..
I reveled in the moment we touched;
Not wanting to say
good-bye.
The scent of your pores so sweet,
It followed my fevered
fingers
under cool cotton sheets.
I would have climbed into you,
And
taken cover beneath your weight
Had you let me.
I would have sung you a
lullaby
In kissing your lips,
If I knew this was more than a dance.
But
for now,
I’ll call it bliss.
My taste buds blossomed
with dreams of
phallic motions;
Moving oceans under your skin.
My fingers traced your
contours
While finding their way into my hidden lips...
My toes craved
the anchor of your hips that night;
In bittersweet fantasies
Fashioned
with a delicate grip.
Penetrating visions of spirits merged
I wish you
could have heard,
The rivers of blood that pulsed
as I shouted your
name..
Into the heavens,
Into the space
Of all that is love and nothing
in vain.
Twisted limbs akimbo
followed desire to indulge once
more;
In dreams of diamond handcuffs
Strapping fists against the
wall.
My body your prey,
My capture your prize,
You take me as I
am,
Those eyes, it seems, could never lie.
You take me as I am,
and
release your nectar
into the valley
of these sweat soaked
thighs..
Thoughts of our bodies at play,
ease my lips to a sleepy
grin.
Illusions become lost in silence
where my oneness begins,
And the
light of your smile
fades into the empty corners
of the candlelit
room.
Into the empty corners of my mind;
where there is room to
flourish,
Bathed in light,
only
we will know.
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