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Senses Speak

the curtains part

on

hot bulging temples

and spilling thighs

words fall against themselves

dying valiantly

letting senses speak now

beautiful uninhibited senses

rolling bloody skin

around

howling channels of desire

all sinew and strength

tall beasts

between french lines

claw and tongue

growling

i must have

the body length full

not whisper

not tips of bits

but the entirety

not nuance

or subtlety

no teetering bashful allegory

but ferocious indulgent swallowing

 

whole

 

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never-ending story

paper thoughts

bridging shores

thin walls

minding laws

feeling words

killing small

stretching tight

crawling floors

flavour some

prickle tongue

mooring craft

tiding seas

sliding glass

shaking trees

sugar leaves

falling past

rustling grass

sleeping girls

moving ships

sorting worlds

mountain tips

separate thoughts

blending fire

stitching wire

flexing higher

burning broader

fearling further

freeing yes

touching eyes

holding breast

underneath the rolling plain exit now start again

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your gaze

what you see is what you are

what if it was true that to focus on pain meant you caused more of it …..

 

what if your gaze was the moon

and your heart the ocean

your feet like two brown bears

dusted and beautiful

rubbing through earth

scratching and tasting

swimming like mulch-snakes through the forest

earthbound but free

 

what if your yesterday was his tomorrow

and invisible starfish clung to the wise man’s back

 

we don’t know

but what if you shifted your perspective

from I

and instead for a moment to we

to love

what if you reached up

and felt the cells of the universe sliding down your arm

what if

what if

you existed for ever

and your gaze was the moon………

?

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Touch Echo

sounds

the unique clicking and pressing

all things

against each other

the clever intimate grinding

a light intuitive noise

hardly waiting

gravel crunching

no fear

no hesitation

a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave

two forms meeting

a zen uniting

skin of one form beguiling

a tapping flickering

glance

a crisp connection

fleeting

a clandestine romance

kissing

peeling off

swiftly departing

no investment

perfect union

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morning

light from the cockatoo dawn

dances on my chest

maybe it has been absorbed

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Under Earth

A poetic work inspired by Hannah Papacek Harper’s beautiful collection of poetry, keep your eyes and ears open for that name, she is a talented and wise young woman and creates with words from the pink sea….

 

Under Earth
pick me up and cast me to the wind

i trickle into your hands

full in my blue
torn and gleeful
i am

smothered by the poor riches of my mind
i start as reason ends

in the eaves
through the castle of orange and crumbs
i fly
i am the white bird
i forget my name…..

the air
breath
caressing without prudishness
songs only you might whistle

your hum
leading me…to where time can not catch up
oh nothing
i worship nothing
it is everything

with nothing the obscure corner is filled

forgotten dust of antiquated craving
brings only its own anticipation
and on the edge of understanding we wake to the arms of sand

with wings there are no edges

between the drops of light we are

too free
too open

freshly cracked
we drift out
little pools of pleasure

splashing in each other
under green skies
foaming across sad blues
nothing has been softer

a place under earth

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Rouge épais

sticky city stepping

chamber by chamber

rouge épais

gloving white feet slowly

clinging to fabric

tales wagging

bouche à bouche

tongue power poison courses

gone are borders

man’s fear driven safety catches

sur comme une foudre

Eden

the ink warrior purges forward

riding the tree’s breath

sur tambours roulants

slick black

angelic puffs

in a

Cosmos de chair de graisse sucrée

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