winter is for kneading dough
warm ovens
sticky fingers
and a little sprinkling of flour
Monday, 24 June 2013
an element of construction
I scrambled in the dark
fumbling fingers around
pieces of you and me
our body parts, sexual organs
and fragments of thought
fitting this piece with that
tessellating clumsily
and binding together tenuously
with viscous adhesives
from deep inside you
to construct a connection
fumbling fingers around
pieces of you and me
our body parts, sexual organs
and fragments of thought
fitting this piece with that
tessellating clumsily
and binding together tenuously
with viscous adhesives
from deep inside you
to construct a connection
Joshie #2
I rest my chin upon my folded arms
wordlessly
I feast upon your eyes
what is it
that makes your eyes dance like that?
a little bit wild
a little bit fantastic
my eyes lick yours eagerly
unfolding you and beckoning
your honest and shy beauty
I want it to come and and play
I can feel my own eyes
resplendant
for the excitement I draw from you
how long did we sit there
eyes locked in mirthful curiosity?
until my jaw and cheeks ached
from the special smile that is only yours
wordlessly
I feast upon your eyes
what is it
that makes your eyes dance like that?
a little bit wild
a little bit fantastic
my eyes lick yours eagerly
unfolding you and beckoning
your honest and shy beauty
I want it to come and and play
I can feel my own eyes
resplendant
for the excitement I draw from you
how long did we sit there
eyes locked in mirthful curiosity?
until my jaw and cheeks ached
from the special smile that is only yours
savage desire
paralysing desire
you set something alight in me and
it's dangerous
stutter, fluster, move away
occupy my hands with another activity
feel her unrelenting eyes bore into me
unclothe me
burn my skin
and eat me alive
the way she looks at me
savage desire
she moves towards me
around me, beneath me
moulding into one another
heart beats racing one another
the hunter
and the hunted
I'm constricted in agony
paralysed
but desperate
what were those reasons again?
heavy breathing
laboured struggle
whispering desperation
lust, desire, yearning
course tangible between us
we do not touch
but for her teeth upon my skin
filling my senses
my lips run for as long as they can fight
the final resolve yields
the beast awakes
and i kiss her
fearfully, fiercely, forcefully
(this is an old poem i wrote about my ex, and how powerless i feel around her)
you set something alight in me and
it's dangerous
stutter, fluster, move away
occupy my hands with another activity
feel her unrelenting eyes bore into me
unclothe me
burn my skin
and eat me alive
the way she looks at me
savage desire
she moves towards me
around me, beneath me
moulding into one another
heart beats racing one another
the hunter
and the hunted
I'm constricted in agony
paralysed
but desperate
what were those reasons again?
heavy breathing
laboured struggle
whispering desperation
lust, desire, yearning
course tangible between us
we do not touch
but for her teeth upon my skin
filling my senses
my lips run for as long as they can fight
the final resolve yields
the beast awakes
and i kiss her
fearfully, fiercely, forcefully
(this is an old poem i wrote about my ex, and how powerless i feel around her)
farrago
this is my nature
intrinsic aversion to organisation
entrenched chaos
this is my process
a determined absence of order or structure
in perrenial pursuit of
living honestly
I can only write freely
unfinished poems
from ephemeral fevered moments
the ebb and flow of my inspiration
within the framework of my erratic vertiginous heart
scattered sporadically by
my dichotomy of needs
silenced by standards...
or mired by delight in detail
tantricly turgid, beautifully bombastic
page after page
of a perpetual deluge
of visceral self reflection
of vigilent awareness and exploration
for me
to be
(fabulous fervent fucker)
is in chaos
what now?
(the question that paralyses me at the precipice)
do I pull together the scattered pieces
stitch them together,
a colourful patchwork
a farrago of chaos
of frustration, creation
and fervent cacophany
(i wrote this last year in response to what i felt completely creatively paralysed by at the time - my dichotomy of needs - a need to create at all costs, and a need to never have any element of my creativity be fabricated or calculated. I needed to celebrate my scattered farrago of inspiration.)
intrinsic aversion to organisation
entrenched chaos
this is my process
a determined absence of order or structure
in perrenial pursuit of
living honestly
I can only write freely
unfinished poems
from ephemeral fevered moments
the ebb and flow of my inspiration
within the framework of my erratic vertiginous heart
scattered sporadically by
my dichotomy of needs
silenced by standards...
or mired by delight in detail
tantricly turgid, beautifully bombastic
page after page
of a perpetual deluge
of visceral self reflection
of vigilent awareness and exploration
for me
to be
(fabulous fervent fucker)
is in chaos
what now?
(the question that paralyses me at the precipice)
do I pull together the scattered pieces
stitch them together,
a colourful patchwork
a farrago of chaos
of frustration, creation
and fervent cacophany
(i wrote this last year in response to what i felt completely creatively paralysed by at the time - my dichotomy of needs - a need to create at all costs, and a need to never have any element of my creativity be fabricated or calculated. I needed to celebrate my scattered farrago of inspiration.)
everyone went to sleep but i could not sleep for wanting so i wrote a poem
intense wanting
constricts my body
I think of you here in this room with me
constricts my body
I think of you sitting, still, quiet, watching
I drink some wine. I have just brushed me teeth
so it tastes like delicious poison
I want you, intensely
I think of you coming over here
kneeling next to my tangled legs
taking away my book and wine
and without a word
untangling my legs
and holding my head in your hands
or maybe kissing me
or maybe just looking at me with
intensity
body constricts
heavy breathing
seek me with your eyes
fuck me with your eyes
one long sip of poison
and then
putting one hand on each knee
press your hips against mine
my body constricts with
the intensity that
i want you
to want me
intensely
constricts my body
I think of you here in this room with me
constricts my body
I think of you sitting, still, quiet, watching
I drink some wine. I have just brushed me teeth
so it tastes like delicious poison
I want you, intensely
I think of you coming over here
kneeling next to my tangled legs
taking away my book and wine
and without a word
untangling my legs
and holding my head in your hands
or maybe kissing me
or maybe just looking at me with
intensity
body constricts
heavy breathing
seek me with your eyes
fuck me with your eyes
one long sip of poison
and then
putting one hand on each knee
press your hips against mine
my body constricts with
the intensity that
i want you
to want me
intensely
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