(so pleasantly)

on the couch

(or both)

on the bed

our clothing

(but when)

strewn about

her hair 

(soon afterward)

needed combing

our skin 

(intoxicating)

smelled different

each other

(so pleasantly)

still shared 

they do

its because they can

that they reach in

its because there are no

boundaries in place that

say they cannot

and so, they do

jutting forth

with pupils dilated 

with skin flushed

with appendages probing

a greeting hand

with blind eyes

enjoying the caress

they mean no harm

but they do

they do

titillating

isn't it

(exOskeletal-undead.tumblr.com)

shoot the sheep

in pockets of sleep

I shoot the sheep

one by one

such a fluffy mess 

had I the means

to get to my dreams 

without their blood

I’d surely be blessed

(peta.com)

tool(s)

(exOskeletal-undead.tumblr.com)

pneuma stirred beyond

hovering, lateral to being

one of the many, in a box of

many, outsider to self in

conflict, holding, nailing

parts back together, clamp

and glue, progression, onward,

to forty six & 2, evolving, higher

higher higher, body in hand, 

the tool guiding forward, breath 

and breathe, renewing, breath

and breathe, walking out from

this skin, this fight, this flight,

conversion cleansing, brightly

now and forthcoming, spiraling

out, and out, and wherever this

takes me, out, beyond 

(mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

as it spins

crackling of the needle on 

vinyl as it spins, 

buoyancy in exaltation

moonlight thin between us

illuminates, chasm filled, as

boundless we sway

swarm, they come, and falls of

harpies snatch our fears

by gust, their doom

let’s dance my love, in melody

soft of song and touch, as if

always it must be

we, entwined

(fineartamerica.com)

where silence resides

gold on green and shadows beneath

where silence resides, unfazed by time

stilled and hushed, unmoved by much;

a passing breeze and sunlight’s touch

the ebb and flow, with tender care

as life climbs up and down the stairs

with peace in hand, this hour demands

a slower pace, meditation and grace;

to love and love, to give the giving of

blooming outward and opening up

the ebb and flow, the inner truce

where silence resides in solitude

(my photo)

there's more

Love always says

  but wait, there’s more

the thick forest that

falls to firewood while

seeding itself to

return again 

the drop of water that

becomes the river that

becomes the ocean

and cycles ‘round

and of this heart that

loves you so,

that guides and refreshes

these enormous words…

  I love you

with love from the

past and present,

while saying as well

  but wait, there’s more

(Soul-love.tumblr.com)

love is an infinite madness

I love you

I

in infinite madness

I

in madness

in love

infinitely

with you

minding mine

my demons

and I

in madness

and you

filled with you

and I

and another

madness

this is

and infinite

this is

and love

and loving

is an infinite madness

(edited image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

in the first sun

so there you are once again

expected and nothing new

as an onlooker, observing

from the outside looking in

here I am, tepid, me and my 

mercurial temperament

rinsed of midnight’s anguish

and the bloodshed of the fight

not foolish enough to think

that you’ve come around for me

I have come here before you

for your touch, absolution 

giver, great giver; I’m a burden to

this land with what I’ve become

disobedient; I must go now and

ready once more for the night

(my photo)

escape

escape route

north to dreams

but dreams do not

await me

escape to the east

or to the west

or south to just about

goddamn anywhere

but here,

here among the flies

and reptiles

cold and bone

in slow-dead desert

this night is vile,

this night is unforgiving,

this night brings

so much more than

just its darkness...

I am warp,

I am unsteady

amid years of sand

and years of night

with nowhere else to go

but here

(image from fravery.tumblr.com)

in an obelisk

my call has weakened

shouting Love in an obelisk

as night falls

the heartbeat heavies

each stomping thump

as the tongue hangs lethargic

and these hands, still empty

why the need for skin

if not touched

if the protection is unwanted,

let the disease in

let it all in

let it fester

a blessing

I beg to be a sinner

I beg to bleed

to get rid of

heart's goodness,

what good is a heart

without the will to live

or love

my call is a whisper

in death's ear

as night falls

(https://themetronomad.deviantart.com/art/The-Obelisk-102085208)

hatchling

at first blush, bleak 

in weakness and disrepair

tied up in defense mechanisms

created to keep me 

in self-preservation 

I break out anyway

a hatchling wide-eyed

a hatchling squealing

born into a new day;

free as light

and just as unknowing

of my final destination 

(my photo)

improvising

spreading parts of you apart to find the wild dance in your body 

courting the feverish fire of you that I may live forevermore bound to your flame 

everywhere, and traveling over all of your skin at once

across tones of flavored slopes creamed golden to milky white

fingers coercing you from your fragile existence

the sap from you, the hanging drips I catch by tongue, your delicate taste

knowledge acquired as flesh is filled, the thickened air, mutual transcendence

lost to the lust while improvising prayers to the old gods of wants and pleasures

(unknown source)

harvest moon

I'm trying to remember

that you love me

but the harvest moon

has other plans

you reach for me

with a lust of thought

but your naked skin

is still not mine

suggestions go unrealized,

unaccompanied words

fill my hands

but not yours

yours have plenty to hold

and bodies spread

and bodies penetrate

and the harvest moon

is celebrated

(lauramakabresku.tumblr.com)

haze

haze, into cupped hands without sizzle shift or turn

confusing conflicting contrasting colors in delirious delicious melt

yellow, infectious…  the imploding suction of love’s happiness

green, hemorrhaging… a Spring leaking out of every pore 

red, the gauze… need-soaked tight around this itinerant heart

purple, blue… popping like refrigerated berries squeezed to a sweet snap

black… a rose in midnight’s eternal bliss

white… this mirage floating, this forgotten garden 

closer to far away than unreachable

heavy, in the thinning air, this haze

(my photo)

lab rat

third of the bunch

the sensitive one

susceptible, naive

gullible, sacrificial

(cut back the hair

 clean the injection site

 stab the skin

 introduce the intoxicant)

- I felt no pain

at first it was beautiful

but then things changed,

I'm still trying to remember -

there was a smile, promises

words that seemed meaningful

whispers of seduction

... artistic deceptions

- I was a trial dose,

an ostracized contaminant,

a measurement withdrawn

from the careful conclusion -

in the back of my mind

I felt something wonderful

if only for a moment,

at first it was beautiful

(https://www.pinterest.com/pin/550846598151952305/)

   

seconds

a draft of air, heated

drifting up into the 

corner of the kitchen 

where the little bugs roam

their cylindrical bodies 

fit tightly into the wedge 

between wall and ceiling

fruit fly on the cabinet door,

then the wall, then the countertop

eyeing the avocados and kiwis

ripening in the bowl below

old coffee in the pot as the

stove timer keeps blaring;

we’re oblivious to the kitchen 

lost in the bedroom

lost in each other

making love for the second time

(fravery.tumblr.com)

journal-22, jumper

I got hard while walking last night. against the friction of everything. there was no one at the beach. the moon was gone. the breeze was adequate and full of teasing. the surf was provocative. lapping seductively. I was thinking about her, but as it turns out, she was fucking him. getting fucked. enjoying it. she texted me afterwards. said he initiated after the movie, before going to bed. she thought of me… though…

I like to jump from star to star during the later hours. I don’t stay too long on any particular one. escaping the pain of each violent surface. darting from here to there. unknown. unsettled. never landing on the same one twice. it’s nice to call nowhere home. feeling irrelevant. like there’s no one waiting…

lying here now, I’m as limp as dead. my spirit is crushed. my cock is careless. she has his, and that’s all that needs to be said. I have some arousing pictures of her on my phone. pixels. defleshed of life. and so, what is there to do about any of this anymore…

(spiritualityhealth.com)

worth it

in your fogged mouth

the lemon hides

as an appetite stirs to

cause a fray

hunger resides

in a lonely distance while

calling out from this

blind silence

newness abounds

in morning’s softness

as lovers sleep and

lovers awaken

we’re carried forth

by hopes and promises

of something unseen but

well worth creating

(my photo)

up ahead and beyond

I want the drive to continue,

I want this road to never end 

sometimes, 

sometimes I don’t want to 

reach my destination 

at all

solemn with this languid hope

and all the stars above me

have holes in them

moon, how you endure so

beautifully and still glow

so barren

so desolate

all this cosmic eye candy

undressed in their prime

luring me to drive on and on

radio waves

and nature’s static buzz

and up ahead

or beyond

the lulling promise

of more

(image from fieldguidetobirds.tumblr.com)

un tongued

touch

closer now, then briefly

exhumed, I return

gargantuan in self

( what crazy lies we

tell ourselves during the

disappearing act

ghosts replicated on the

assembly line of doubt )

touch

un tongued, then deeper

lingering in the hallway

of throat, the hollow

throttling, the thrill kill

with just a cheap smile

untranslatable, with a bite

softly chewed 

then savored

(mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

the man in the woods

I met the man in the woods

he was releasing seeds

with the devil in his eyes and

silent vacancy in his mouth

against the trunk of a tree while

shadows came encroaching

like sunshine into water

how they crept upon him bare

first a drop, then another as

the leaves below him crackled

and with deeper breaths he

bellowed like a god in rage

as the sun began to die in its

calm smooth descent, so the

woods devoured him whole and

the seeds dissolved in the night

(my photo)

the source

I've met you again 

but this time you are

precious and real 

like discovering the

source of a shine 

that which emits light

upon all others 

radiance and plush, sun

through the cotton meadow 

glaze and luminosity 

and if you are this pure

this magnificent and

this sustaining 

let me simply be 

with you, eternally 

and I will call that

enough

(my photo)