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Wednesday 25 September 2013

Where we ran with Bears

Where we ran with bears
When we swam with swans
The days they took flight
Covering the sky in feathers
Those days of eyewide blue

The days the summer sang
The days that faded as long as dogs at noon,
Who lazed better than tabbies upon warm Sunrise couches 

The times when we would laugh so close
Your nostril hairs showing
The pollen piling up running wild
Itching its way like beams of light
The ways in which we shared thoughts
Like milk sustenance 

The forms we took the shapes that played out in shadows and clouds
The nape of your neck the white alabaster that stirs me as the wind

The moments as mystic as a whale
Whose fin lingers but a moment
Suspended over Ocean and sky
Glinting black, white serene
Diving disappearing floating in the great green 

Tuesday 24 September 2013

Gettin

This all began after reading a motivational website. It's called 7 things to get you motivated, it says no. 1 do a little. So tonight I'm doing a little. The following poem, is all about what is suggested. I enjoy doing my suggestive sexual poems. I was trying in this one to paint a picture with as few words as possible, there really are no sentences or phrases just words paired and positioned in such a way as to suggest a scene. I hope you enjoy, or maybe this experiment just gives you food for thought! Until next time readers :)

Gettin

Tired I crave
Snatch
Succumb

Symbols fonts
Burgeoning
Warmth Snatch
Wet
Touch

Lips
Dam lick
Snatch
Crave luxuriating
Silk, blood, heat

Youth
Succulent pearl
Swollen pink
Pulsing sense
Snatching alive

Nuzzle flowing
Consume crave
Snatch

Saturday 21 September 2013

Good Morning

"Good morning" I said
as your crinkly eyes
spoke to me of the dear struggle
to open and how worthwhile it all
was just to see me

Next our games move to hide and go seek
a lazy exchange of eye brows and lids
peeking and booing
your head comical as it emerges above
a mountain of doona
I am reminded of a baby
freshly plucked from the womb
and tucked inside a blanket
where the two combine in
an uncanny parody of a sausage roll

Your smile creates a pleasant crease
a slope that crosses the landscape
of your face
that cascades down
and drops onto my body
dripping all the way down

Sticky wet and warm in your embrace
enjoying my nakedness
and me all the more brazen
for bearing my buttocks
in the cool morning air
I'll compel you to join me
and we'll fold together
among the piles of lace, sweat and sex
among the smooth skin and
the staleness of the morning
We'll continue and we'll dance wild
and then collapse much as the
morning began with crinkly eyes
and words and hands
tightly wrapped and you drawn to my chest
It's warm beat blasting you
with the sounds of fatigue, passion, love
and again I say, "Good morning."