Monday, November 30, 2015

cordis atramentum



being the object of your gaze
is breathtaking

making you smile
is a joyful endeavour
each embrace
is a frame in an endless slow dance
hands exploring you everywhere
are travelers in paradise
your scent, your taste
sweet sweet addiction
feeling your body shudder in ecstasy
sacred

*****

i wish i was water
so i could surround you completely
so much better than just two arms
i wish i was water
so i could moisten your lips
and quench your thirst
i wish i was water
so could wash away your tears
and gently rock you in my waves
i wish i was water
but you’d probably turn me into steam

*****

i can’t decide
if she’s my sun
or my moon
the radiant warmth
of her touch
her smile
a blaze of polished gold
and you bask in her light
a feast of orchards
or the hunger of the night
the haunting glow
in a black velvet sky
over thousands of shades
of rolling blue
her whisper beckons you
to be with her
to hold her
to surrender inside her
and lose yourself
as she embraces you
until her sun rises again

*****

she is saturday
i’d fight a monday of crocodiles
to get to her
and a tuesday full of pirates
watch out!
wednesday is killer robot day
and the flying monkeys
can’t make it till thursday
by friday
i can fight the army
of nazi werewolves
with one hand behind my back
and then
with billowing shirt
and boots
and a sword
i swing through her window
on a rope of
crocodile monkey werewolf hide
and pick her up
and love her all over
and take her places
and make her dinner
and win her a giant teddy bear
and then love her all over again
i’m going to need more time
that’s why
they invented sunday

*****

i’m jealous of the breeze
that caresses your face
your lips
and then runs through your hair
like so many fingers
i’m jealous of the breeze
that billows your blouse
inspecting your breasts
and approving your nipples
i’m jealous of the breeze
that blows between your legs
and then up your skirt
like a cool wolf circling
and nipping at your panties
i’m jealous of the breeze
that blows up your skirt
when you’re not wearing panties
i’m jealous of the breeze
that has its last way with you
as you pull up your blanket
and snuggle off to sleep
i’m jealous of blankets

*****