le sucre le plus doux

to feel it sweeeeeep

like a flying wasp

beautiful and bold

hovering above my bed

eyeing me thoughtfully

a virtue of vibration

sprinkling by

gold upon my pinkened cheek

promise of liberation

and

or

exquisite pain

then

a downward swoop

wild laughing

out of almost nowhere

brushing me dangerously

causing a swell of squeal

to bubble up with other singing

and crystal

in a sound bath of intensity

and ooooooo…..O

V

E

R

but only

just beginning to

fill my eager pillow

with

love

le sucre le plus doux

merging stars

you are like an elixir

and we are merging stars

in one stolen breath at 8.24

abandon to beautiful

then hours of sweet alone

immersed

stretched and alive

quiet but for the soaring song of birds

and the sound of worship

pushing from my body in waves of deep base invitation

softly stroking ancient pain

meeting myself in a dark alley

the alchemy of blending stars

making new light

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gone magic me

hold me in your crumbling arms

I am nothing

perfumed and placating

slide me through the dust

momentary corner smile on red heart face

then

gone magic me

breathspark particles

release from nowhere

man

his pipe

is damp

non existent pipe

relief into black

psychedelic portals in holographic space suit

wild number 4

silver and naked

imprinted on mass

conference of flesh

marking randomly

X

tattoo of increasingly wilder dreams

I surrender

again

moving shaping

embodying

charred hands relax

crumble and pour

flooding eyes with

terrible ghosts stitches and masks

in my mirror

dead child celebrating temporary

sweet

hidden under skeptical

heart

pretending naivety from cube of thorough console

smiling

crying

heating

switching off light

and leaving

gone magic me

Real

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

Heathen Altar

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

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Incandescent Arousal

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

desire

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

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pulling pins

 

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

 

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illuminate

can you feel my love today?

I polish my window

can you feel today my love?

now

I am visible

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flame

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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