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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the narcissist

my face is moving crystal, my fearless mind
reflects
the blinking, starry eyes
of night
fish tunnelling toward me, hearts beating faster than fins
I throw this crown back
my wicked hysteria, my vision of flipping pages and baubles,
trumpets and bubbles and cheeky animals in fabric and shoes
come my way
baring smiles
roses and knickers in thorny tangles
ready to sail this beguiling, transparent canvas …
all this outrageous peddling
this steaming perpetuation
this shimmy of stimulation
oh specialness
what an envious concept
easily crushed into spitballs of starving imagination
winking blindly at me in this
extraordinary beautiful
free will world

The Fish’s Sword

 

190 nautical miles

north of radiant coast

flying like hope

in the creamy wash…

an incident

sweet indeed

a serious

wounding

translucent and blue

he fell

blood letting

deep in the knee

a thankful penetration

a guilt easing

gift

he fell

on the fish

tripping

tripping

stupid

fishing

man

tripping

to the whirring

of the rescue

blades

ahh beautiful fish

mighty sword

this my friends,

is

sad

sweet

justice