swim like fishshallow streams of consciousnessswim like fish10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lap against ankles dangled
from piers of perception
fed by pools of thought which
shimmer briefly- scrutinized
dissipating under x-ray glares
aquatic remembrances writhe
in charred baked beds of
and in the end your throat
burns and we're all sick
ODE TO PINEAPPLEODE TO PINEAPPLE10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh pineapple, you are so fine
with your spiky leaves
that are so sublime -
they are the bees knees.
Oh pineapple, nestled among
soldier straight spikes,
sharp across the tongue
and not unlike dykes.
Oh pineapple, with tessellated
patches adorning your skin,
how long I have waited
to act out my sin.
Oh pineapple, you truly are
the only thing that I lack
I wish you'd stayed in my car
but the health authorities took you back.
He does.He does.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He always satisfies me.
Breaking zealously the chords of a hyped lust for skin sliding off, he jars my center to life; writing me the pages to a successful climb. Granted, he never instigates; he awaits my building-block-flavored longing to dominate me into his accompaniment. He lies patient and receiving; docile to the touch he beckons. I can play my 5-legged spiders over his entirety, bottle the moans I enhance from his depths to be preserved, to let every pair feel our night. Pulling him taut a tad here and there, then testing his throbbing reaction, I know he is ready for my every move.
No sir, my piano never fails me.
Hot nights and unwelcome....Hot nights and unwelcome....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hot nights in my untidy bed
Laying here alone with each other
Sweat glistening a while
Evaporating and then replaced
By new beads as if the sting had snapped
Beneath our skin, leaving our secretion
To the whim of our sweet actions.
Our nightclothes have been cast aside
Laying calm and still, for so long
Moonlight sliced by the wooden blinds
Moves into each fabric fold and crease
And then it cuts our skin
Stretched out across our naked flesh
Like silver fingers, tracing down our curves.
Mouths a gasp for saturation
Tongues lapping up each others perspiration
Your dark red lips close over me
Lapping at my sudor skin
To gain some kind of grim satisfaction
And my grimace is held in the sultry air
Caught for a moment in anticipation.
We lay back down in our isolation
Listening to the sirens and car horns outside
Those urban sounds that drown out the birds
The sunlight breaking what the night had brought
Casting light onto our scene of lechery
The wine bottle pointing at us both
Tangled limbs and CD playersTangled limbs and CD players10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We danced in the moonlight for an hour
While others danced in the fake lustre of floodlights
Aimed and following their idiosyncrasies
Love like ours was honest and rampant
Honest; in that you never said you loved me
Rampant; in that all we exchanged was a hundred heated passions
(Our tangled limbs stretched out
To reach for a truth, I never found)
My dark skin slips across your false, pure white complexion
And my thick Othello lips kiss your cracked, rouge cosmetic colouring
My hand parts your thighs and I move on in
To take pleasure in your dark mysteries
And build my own from shadows that caress my back
I arch in, to kiss your lips again
Then fall half-comatose, to slouch beside you
Now our tired limbs fall lifeless
Our bated breath slowing
Our hearts still thumping to the beat of Moby
On the three slot CD player
And I see it winking 12:00 o'clock at us