morning is
a violent storm of
... overwhelming
you
even in your
small presence
are aglow
enormous
vibrant
a nearby flower ages
in her frail dress of
graying petals
I grieve with
her death
the differences are
hard to define
this or that
coming or going
I am not privy to
the secret
my assumptions are
limited by ignorance,
I cannot justify
any answer
and so this day begins
with empty hands
and an empty mind
... unobtrusive
(Unobtrusive Panspermia by Vladimir Gusev on saatchiart.com)
half a century avoiding the greed
feeding on her scarlet cup
barely tasting her bright flesh
slightly sweet, my fairish aril
years and years of fondling her
slender body, leaves and twigs
immune now to her toxicity
craving now the center seed
fingers a mess, the deadly bite
the heart stops with the pleasure
alive now on the cusp of death
(was I alive before, merely needing)
(Image from nativeplantspnw.com)
in my place of peace
life is a living green
and speaks not a word
and sings not a song
the only breath
besides my own
is the swell and shrink
of wind and trees
the edge is rough
the edge is wet
the highs and lows
are serenely endless
my peace is flowing
my peace is unselfed
there is no difference
between life and death
(All 4 images are my photos)
her dress, blowing in
the Northern winds
If you fail to
touch me now
I just might crumble
and my pieces will
float away...
~~~
crimson heat
my hands slide up
under her dress
“I will touch
all of you tonight
keeping you whole,
a warmth uniting
every piece unsettled”
(Gif from internet unknown source)
gnawing on fingers
nail to the quick
anxious, despondent
the future of the next
threatening second
unknown to the knower
to be or not to give a fuck
this I ponder halfheartedly
and scoff at the premise
promise me you’ll forget
everything you’ve been told,
moving forward with true freedom
(Image from fravery.tumblr.com)
neutrino stealth and secret
without ripple,
without action-reaction
triple wash the skin
super chlorinated to an
adequate log reduction
to become worthy of
casting one true shadow
upon wall or ground;
touch my body and
tell me that I’m real
before I, in stealth and
secret, divest myself of this
flesh, tugging at shadows
lurching for an early exit
She should be fucked properly...
licked over and fed upon
sucked hard and soft
kissed shallow and deep
lips breasts belly and cunt
She should be fucked wildly...
keys dropped from my hand at
the front door, pants unzipped
skirt yanked down, panties torn
dick hard, pussy wet, and grind
She should be fucked passionately...
tongues tangling entwining
lips drooling dripping feasting
flesh pushing pulling scratching
bodies twisting stretching colliding
She should be fucked and loved
fucked and loved fucked and
loved fucked and loved fucked
and loved and loved and loved
and loved and loved and loved
(All 3 images from austinindarkness.tumblr.com)
perhaps our fate
is an unconcluded love
as the journey intensifies
so our vessel is filled
without contamination
the substance is pristine
I look straight through it
hoping to find you there
one day
(My altered image)
enter black
imagine
the mime gone blind
and numb to touch
what’s left
the distant song
is a foreign language,
the pleasurable scent
is lost in the wind
black is pure
black is home
I imagine
nothing feels better
I will enter,
I will remain
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
how hot and sticky to
love you and love you
in the Summer sun
in the Southern humidity
as lust oozes out of
every pore and coats me
as loving you, loving you
is a sizzling steam
how wet and sloppy to
love you and love you
in the relentless rain
in the torrential downpours
as lust is a thunder
that’s roaring within me
as loving you, loving you
is a saturating deed
in the sun, in the sun
I do love you in the sun
in the rain, in the rain
I do love you in the rain
in the sun, notwithstanding
in the rain, most especially
(Image from blackflamedjinn.wordpress.com)
the cell phone has lost
its signal
the radio station is lost
to static
the road was lost under
ambition’s guise
but we’ve maintained a
durable view
let’s ride into the
hidden sun
let’s crash into the
vague unknown
let’s find the dream
we drove away
while we were asleep
behind the wheel
(artwork by Valentina Hristova on fineartamerica.com)
its a silly suffering
to willingly wade from
the shallow waters
out into the deep
there’s torture in each step
but determination to take the
next and the next and the next,
water rising from chest to chin
a madman’s chortle,
a lunatic’s intensive gaze
as water covers the mouth
covers the nose
and then, submerged
the floodgates open,
the body exhales as the
water rushes in,
tranquility restrains violence
fading away with a smile
everything else
is silent
there dressed for summer
a boy bends down
to write his name on
the pavement with
sky-blue chalk
there looking anxious
a kid on the edge
exchanges skag with
a WAG in a Bimmer
he calls Rena
there in the rain
one man stands
with a suitcase
and a hitchhiker’s
thumb extended
there on a bench with
a cane in one hand
and nothing in the other
someone asks
Where you goin’?
(Pixels.com)
scattered as a
smashed diamond
whose remaining value
can no longer
be held
karma strikes back
with a heavy hand
and a pounding fist
why is she always smiling,
why that piercing gleam
all my mirrors are the same,
she’s behind me in each one
in the light of the smallest sun
I barely twinkle,
smashed and scattered, as
worthless as dust
(Karma by Richard Ainomujuni on fineartamerica.com)
