take off your makeup
and your clothes
rid yourself
of fear that clutters
your god’s markmaking
slough off the murky bitter
the security blankets that shroud you
like oppression
like religion
kick the habit
wear your skin like the fucking fleshly vestment that it is
pay tribute to your creative force
the life painter
the lover who kisses
moment after moment after precious endless moment
proud of the time it took to reach now
feeling you exquisitely
from the inside
I am an altar on which to spread your length
flesh and soft take me in your teeth
an offering, splayed and wide
a hot invite
a worthy sacrifice
a beckoning
an easy conquest?
but for the riot asked of you
to bleed your ancient pain
release from all mundane
lids tremble
gleaming slit
a challenge
to ride the channel
from dark beauty perfumed dirt
arse to heart
at the risk of
breaking
glass
you
palm my solar plexus
and wind your fervent speaking through bars of windmill mind
brave and serpentine
the shaking and pleading
the pantomime
of
ego
in exchange
for
her
receptivity
her
internal universe
her
rising tidal groan
on a wave of relentless heat
shifting me
he shudders
my entirety
body
arching
exhale
he spills inwardly
returning home
we meet
in a temple of heated light
incandescent arousal
sex is god and it becomes us
the beauty
transported in a flume of electricity
water
lethal
a whirling dervish of time
a nucleus or an ion I am
something somewhere somehow
I go
he took me
to a place of infinite flexibility
where I will arch backwards
forever
an eternity of dissolving
expanding
everything
nothing
deepening
to earth into earth tasting earth
rubbing through me
releasing
healing
being
a lion a dancer a painter a breath
life death
…….. birthing earth
renewal
I wriggle surreptitiously
to discourage and squash
but
despite Buddhist ideals and deep Catholic guilt
it soon becomes apparent
it’s not going to stop
how are you.
take care.
have a nice day.
safety pins
squeezing
loose stitches
together
added precautions
pinning
dissolving seams failing
curling release from pattern confining
liquid rust leaking
caught in the weave
of yesterdays cotton
a table cloth
bedsheet
potato bag story
pull it out
one by one
let it go
and just like that
a
body
collapsing
can you feel my love today?
I polish my window
can you feel today my love?
now
I am visible
tethered by light
like snow you don’t die
you melt
a slow drop
tenuous wet thread
and swinging
mimicking
opposites
a mirror
the planet
a pendulum
of petrified wood
your pain
yesterday’s musing…
i blame the sun
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it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
"where creativity roams free"
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Life, Death, and Everything In Between
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
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