Saturday, September 12, 2015

Cooking

I love cooking 
for you.
Love cooking
for you
your sounds of yumminess
make washing up 
so easy.
So easy,
is my craft,
my adeptness,
my love for cooking, 
for you.
Yeah, Im a feeder,
like a hoarder in reverse.
I love cooking
especially for you. 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

The nest

I look at your body lying there.
The thumbtacked curtains allow
soft light through the night.
and your body lying there
on a nest 
on my floor 
in my room 
next to my bed...
there...
at my finger's reach, 
so close.
To touch you
Oh, to touch you
to touch you with my lips
to kiss you soft
as the pillow is soft 
against your sleep soft lips...
lips soft as of now
but that can curl and sneer
and growl in between the grins!
There is a harshness in your smile
a cruelty 
that you innocently project...
like a beautiful animal
that does not know 
that it scorns a tender heart.
I think of touching you
and breath alone instead.
In soft sleep
your body contracts and yanks 
itself 
softly
from my thoughts.
You whimper and moan 
through your breaths of sleep.
I think of the times 
that you want me to pounce
and I breath out a rush of lust.
But my hunting prowess 
is out of practice
if it ever were in practice.
Ill pounce if I am primed and pissed
hand me a beer 
so that I am not so referential...
because I look at you 
as a worshiper his god
with reverence
and complete love.
I passion through the night
and softly you awake 
in the winter light...
and soft I place my touch
on your  face.
And you turn to me,
and smile...
with honesty.

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Reflection of You


Sunday, January 26, 2014

what I want



I want
you to fuck me
delicately, roughly
you decide, you’re the man…
but start slowly…
‘cause, I’m a lady.
But fuck me,
slide your cock inside of me
your balls slapping against…
my ass cheeks…
my perennial divide…
you decide, you know why.

I want
to hold you
to press your nakedness
to mine
to press your lips
to mine
to press my lips
to your neck
to your belly
to your cock
your balls
your ass.

I want
to suck your cock
to feel the soft
stiffness of
your plump head
slipped passed my lips
pressed against my tongue
until you bump
the back of my throat’s
sticky softness
pull out
slide in
and out
of my slucking mouth

I want
to place my lips
to your asshole
to purse my lips
to your tight hole
to probe my tongue
inside your pucker
to hear you moan
delectably

I want
to fuck you
face to face
sitting up
in my arms embrace
your tight waist
your arms
around my neck
your legs
around my hips
Indian style
your cock
caught
in between our bellies
slickly.
You slide around my cock
soundly.
Yes, face to face
and we kiss…
ah, to kiss…
kiss…
kiss…
to kiss…
again, and again...

Friday, January 17, 2014

Freedom Bound


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

strangler in the mist


on copious delusion


Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Freedom Bound

Sing your freedom!
kindred kinsman!
Sing your freedom!

Our freedom is 
shaping time
shaping space.

  Be free from the
forced control of the
Fractured!

Speak... YOWL! When not spoken to.

Form your secret thoughts 
              and be free
to feel them
let them live.

To be right, on the path
to wholeness,
       on occasion...
be wrong.

Uphold your humanness!
Defend your humanity!
Obtain your wholeness!

Freedom gives the space to BE.
BE. 
      My love.
BE who you are.

Your freedom gives faith
to mine. 
Soundly.

So we can dance 
together creating our many
destinies.

So that we are whole 
            making shapes 
body to body
sensuously.

Bound
all of us
by the invisible strings
of our 
woven universe.

My life is you 
and you 
are ALL!
                       WE ARE ALL!

Boundless, through
the connectivity...
for we are many
and one connected.

Celestial siblings!
I can feel you through time!
I can taste you through space!
I see you, all of you.

I swallow you whole
like God, in reverse,
                      and you grow inside of me.

I swallow you
to free you
to give birth to you


so that you can sing           wholly.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

and it slinks


and the gloomy blue slinks on me

deep and thick...choking almost
and it steals away the pink
it steals away the pink. 

It is YOU. 
You turning away 
from my gaze and lean
when I want to kiss
kiss you
kiss your neck
kiss your cheek
kiss your lips
open your mouth
and I will kiss your tongue
and suck it pinkishly.
 
I want you to tingle at my touch
as my tickled nostrils tingle at the
taste of your breath, slipping
from your naked mouth
and your slick lips.
 
Let me kiss you
all of you
all over
all the time.

Close your eyelids
and I will kiss them
with gentle pecks
so that you dream 
sweetest dreams.
Like that of my dream
of kissing you.

Kissing you
out of the blue.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Sticky Joints


Late night Midtown Manhattan in one of those sticky places with the sticky tables and the sticky food
we have ended up here fortuitously, yeah, I said fortuitously…
accidentally-slash-casually like the tourists that are here, that don't know no better
and you can find this same sticky plastic over amplified grub
across each fat American city
it is middle America's fancy restaurant 
where you go for birthday bells and a song with sparklers in your pudding
happy hour with your tacky drink and floppy nachos 
and fat fat fatness sitting on vinyl benches and shredded lettuce, 
iceberg...which I revile
that tastes like cheapness
at least in the middle of america fancy food havens 
-quotation marks in the air- 
like this one, the lighting isn't as bad
but in middle of Manhattan the middle of the road hooterviles and maplebees 
and all of those that thank beak-less chicken that it is friday, 
bad lighting is unfortunate…
a warehouse turned into a family friendly tourist hive with the bedbug hotel right next door 
which has that same lighting from decades ago handed down from caged mill workers
a lighting that makes a buzzing sound
and illuminates the zombie staff in a green or yellow glow
it makes a sound under the football TV…
a sound that is under 
the sounds of some kind of american music which  is all over 
a music that is meant to cover the sound of tourist grumblings and children yelping 
and that light it keeps the tourist kids awake as they yawn and spill their drinks 
with their sticky fingers onto the sticky table and it flows onto the sticky floor
but this doesn't bother you…

YOU only want to spend some time with me, and I want to spend some time with YOU...
WHEREVER. 
because we pass like ships in the night too many times 
and usually during the day.
So, like Romans we sit, waiting for my tacky cherry limeade while my tired eyes look at you
and admire your 
apple crunch smile, 
that smile...
with those lips of yours…
I smile at 
those eyes of yours...
your two eyes, 
and that nose of yours
Yes, I'm talking about THAT FACE! 
Your lovely face,
that melts away the fatness of the joint
you unstick the stickiness, and my innards rejoice… 
icky sticky washes away when I look at your face
your laugh and your voice soften the sounds and 
your mood lightens the light
Those plastic sesame teriyaki sticky chicken fingers were only as delicious 
because of your presence
I point out that you've got sticky sesame teriyaki chicken finger juice on your wrist
and I wipe it away gently with my napkin.

NOW...
now...there is only the sticky situation of my Desire for you
that is stayed by your timid wish…
and your cautious affection for me.
I'm Stuck! Stuck! Stuck!
and IT only grows despite our agreement to let it be what it is
so it has become what it has become
and it grows in-spite of the cheap tasting lettuce that you seem to enjoy.

Monday, April 25, 2011

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