You’re sleeping
So peacefully
Breathing deep
In serene slumber
As dawn’s filtered light
Casts shadowy patterns
My finger touches
Slowly over your head
Feathery light touches
Across roughly smooth skin
My gaze drifts down
Longing licks
To beautiful soft lips
The target of my desire
Peaking from the sheet
Leaning down slowly
Trying not to wake
My sleeping lover
Soft little way kisses
Your hip draws my tongue
Traces of licks
Meandering trails over skin
Delighting in the taste
That is you
Stirring slightly
Knowing my time is short
Your dominance will assert
My grinning lips
Seek a new prize
Trying to stifle
Naughty giggles
As my teeth sink
Gently into
Your ass cheek
Oops
Did I really do that
Looking into your face
Scowling at my fading giggles
Blinking slowly
you move
My brain screams
Run girl
Run
he’ll never catch me
Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I’ve had but couldn’t keep.
I’ve had but couldn’t keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I’d put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can’t stand up.
Down for you is up.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
It was good what we did yesterday.
And I’d do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you’re my best friend.
But it’s truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Butterflies dangle their moments over the offerings of red and yellow flowers..they pull on their slender leggings and dance in the puddles of nectar…the off to another color to become blended in sweet satiation.
The dark trees lean low between their limbs to watch the butterflies. They rustle their leaves in approval and they wriggle their roots with applauding as the warm earth begins to touch their core with her wet longings.
That river there…the one that whispers in gurgling sounds…it is swallowing with desire to surround the hard thick ends of tree girth…it wants to lap at the splayed damp of earth and devour her contents…to ravish her and take her down below to the river bed where she would be such a lovey erosion.
Dare you walk this pathway to the gardens of abandon..to the gardens carved in leather and stone, the gardens of Ravishtown….
A wrapping of my soul around his finger
A crooking of said finger sweetened linger
My wound a sole exposure to his sun
My temptress winding up and never done
He pulls me towards his feet and to his knee
He makes me want to grind and beg and plead
I creep into the deepest skelter welt remiss
I call out in the darkness a seeping twist
His way of crawling in and through my skin
His tapping fingers make me linger sins
We surge and purge and see beyond the bliss
We understand and court the ever risk
Addiction
The walk begins at a slow pace before the crave set in
Stopping and looking with wonder
At all the hidden secrets of a much to long
Subdued needs and desires
Desires for the taboo the forbidden
Now becomes free and expected
Still you don’t feel the addiction
Only the pleasure..
You run into the darkness
Then the loss of pride
The willingness to do anything
For this sin and debauchery
No love is needed anymore
Just the physical gratification
Somehow soothes you
The indulgence of immoral behavior
Is now a need..a big need in your blood
As demanding as any drug
As strong as any drink..only
There is no way to overcome it
No AA no family support to pull you out
From the very opening consuming
Mouth of darkness and the cave of deception
No one can know your true needs
And who you really are…as the voice
Of sanity grows weaker inside..
the greedy have the need
to fill the horn of plenty
and to keep it overflowin’
the needy have the greed
to offer ten for twenty
and to wanna keep it goin’
flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’
more-more-more
it ain’t nothin’
like that
with me
and my baby
it’s limits
and boundaries
with me
and my baby
tho we have been known
to stutter as we utter
a heat of the moment
lover’s plaintive plea of
o baby please keep
flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’
o-please-baby-please
bring on-more-more-more. . .
as the needy minimize their greed
and the greedy justify their need. . .
the woman and her lover
scurry for cover
like john coltrane
seeking shelter in
a dope induced dream
of cacophonousless
peace supreme
the woman and her lover
know it’s now over
future and past
hold no sway
in this sublime
sultry soul sea
time of no time
together they mount
the unholy remnant
of mind-numbing
chattering-chirping
words-words-words
ceaselessly strung together
as the reign of topsy-turvydom
comes apocalyptically crashing down
all around
without a sound. . .
bound within the wordless terrain. . .
she reaches out
to him
he reaches out
to her
what good is speech
when a gesture
says it all
what good is speculation
when time has no
relevance
within mute mutual trust
she opens
within heart racing hush
he enters
within silence
they suss out
their meaning
their worth
perhaps the rain it is that stirs your belly to butterflies
the hunger of hollow where your eyes look into shadows
when the wet is so slick it feels dry leaving your brim
and your fingers crave to surround the thickest of demons
the whisperers say it is the womb crave doing juju nectar
they say it’s the belly well moaning her hungry into the night
so that the hound dogs will sniff the air and come a calling
to bring your wound the easing of animal thick healing
perhaps it is the rain that makes your eyes stay closed now
when you reach under the warm to find that serpent wine
that surrounds your thighs from his burrowing dance glide
soon to enter the hovering place of your specialized wanton
and carve the sounds of sin words in your unsuspecting
gentle comes the whispers before the wanton
when of virgin silt is plucked diamonds
though they be as melted sighs
the agony of wet when drying, burns the soul
when insatiability at thy brim strums sinful
and you prey to satan to bring healing
there are places in this new day you admire
that will squat your belly into ruins
and leave you with fever hands dancing
it is well within your urges then, it is heathen
and I am but the harvester of your liquid
that wrings my hands around your throat
before that whisper of “please” is even uttered
You are my life,
even in strife.
I look to you oh Lord and Master,
as my heart beats faster.
The earth is spinning,
but we are winning.
The battle of love lost,
at any cost.
We will be together,
eternally forever.
The face you make when you smoke
Make me choke, cause I make you squirt
Dressed as a Maid, but who serves who?
Made to Order, made to cross the line and break the border
Made to fit, born to break
Make haste and lick fast
Am I a poet or song writer?
Are you my lover or my fighter?
Why am I bleeding again?
Tegan Quin’s lip inflection
The fact you got no infection
Safe for that blood injection
Bite me bitch, make the incision
Bite me up for your dissection
Am I loved or am I loathed?
Ask again, we’ll not be betrothed.
Divorce before the alter
I’m the auteur
You’re my genre
I know your in’s and outs.
At each others throats
We smile
We can’t breathe for quite a while
Why am I bleeding again?
Can’t walk
Can’t stalk
Can’t talk
To whisper to my prey
Oh lord why do you hate the gay?
Is it because we play
With electric crucifix?
Fuck me
Fill me
Close to kill me
All the things that get us off
Such a long list
But it makes sense
When I’ve felt your fist
I’d had you up to my wrist
Won’t bend
Won’t break
Don’t you do dare fake
Break anything but my heart!
…Why am I bleeding again?
robertweisenburger 