other wounded words
met opposing lips
before taking steps
to the tree
with tissue paper bark
denied strong stature
boughs reaching into canopy,
by those roots
we would lie
till they pierce our flesh
not out of brutality
not nature
sap and blood entwine
devouring each other
upon a dense earth
we lie we live
together embedded
drawn down to the
moisture beneath
and worms soft mouth
in packard skin reflected
mirrored in the sheen,
alone with only the desert
desolation filled her eyes,
taking gold braid lasso
began to be fluid
with rope,
legs damp under nylon cover
breasts swelled in warm lace,
remembering that match box town
that ignited under her touch,
dust rose,
she had claimed the sun
heat closed about skin,
a game without kisses
and dead flower grief,
heaven would know
of her crimes
the dead that where still afraid,
in a packard skin reflected
spice tainted tongue
needed moisture,
as lasso swirled in frenzy,
acrid fragrance of death
chose to pursue
waiting and smiling,
mushroom column
elevated behind her
it to
reflected in a packard skin
vibrant radiator harmony,
getting to his ears
before the daylight
ripped open his eyes,
and alphabet soup thoughts
swilled from side to side
in the bowl that is his skull,
twnty seven permutations
of how the day
would end up being,
rolling a cigarette,
strips of paper cut from
an old shelley poetry book
as if inhaling the words
would give creedence to his own,
that languished on pages
scattered like a womans dirty
underwear across the floor,
that masterpiece so often
rewritten not compiled,
new words scraped away the old
confidence from caffeine
lifted him to another level,
sun filled evey corner
a morning bronze age
renaissance to the heart,
sat up scratching legs
it would be complete
Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien
[create a dream]
repetitive symbols and allegories
a habitual state of mind
within the complexity
of a certain strangeness,
it was a kiss/
significant to the external world
and not the four walled habitat
[interior body]
hearts and ideas created verses
spontaneous kiss
and delightful flesh
without absent things to deny,
music filled the simple sense
isolating the event
captured in his mind,
temptation a language of it’s own
an act of kiss/
[pure,impure]
moment cracked with resonance,
her eyes had claimed the
measurements of his passion,
without verbal matter to form
a leaf litter sheet
[fell upon her]
you discover in a kiss/
all named sciences describe
needs and imaginings ,
and in ache of after limbs,
aesthetic conditions
and those rules of attraction
will provide possibilities
for them
W/O/M/A/N
gone into abstraction
gitane smoke before the rain,
cello case velvet interior
soft and firm
W/O/M/A/N
breasts and silk once seen on canvas
could not concede to his kisses
or arch of bow
he had to wander
W/O/M/A/N
no more companion
than those strings he manipulated
with fingers callused,
she will not tremor
W/O/M/A/N
as absent as the background
waiting for a taxi,
rain effective conduit
to her misery,
he sheltered the cello
with umbrella
heading to a jazz club
W/O/M/A/N
is the beat
is the tender thrum,
a cello’s true heart
and poets calling,
absinthe and kisses
parted stocking thighs
he had found another
W/O/M/A/N
Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau
she was an angel i did not expect
birth of thoughts induced
by booze and drugs,
looking at her gazing through glass
grimy fingerprinted silica,
overlooking a fire escape and alley,
those eyes almost burned
vibrant and echoing
i let her in,
in awe of beauty loins aching
hair pushed aside she smiled
obliged to kneel and bow
kissing feet so clean unspoiled
standing knocking over empty bottle
about to curse
she touched my lips,
unbuttoning the dress she wore
falling to the floor,
this was fantasy so amazing
full breasts broad hips,
flesh so tantalizing ,
without yearning felt cold pinpricks
in my neck associated with fear,
black wings extended from her back
dark feathered satin
part of her form
backing up slowly
as she began to sing so softly
a lullaby that evaporated my life
with every word
Magpie Tales
awakened by sailors milky tears
from depths beyond the sun
she rose red ribbon bound
born of shell and bone,
sand shifted
muted fish schools scattered
his embrace she sought,
scarecrow masted vessel
dashed upon sharp geology,
to safety they leaped,
cruel sky streaked by storm
and acoustic rumble,
body battered in dinghy lay
hand outstretched
fingertips testing jagged surface,
light shone and radiated
in her eyes as close rose
long limbed form kelp caressed
finding him now face down
closer towards him,
lifting his frame from sea to shore
air sharp on lungs
heart pounding,
ship exploded a desolate fireball
as she bowed over him
lips to his,
spluttering coughing
found himself exhausted
and willing in her eyes
bonded by kiss
in eternities grasp
there was no deity in her toes
or mystical magic,
brazen eccentricity,
alcohol infused depravity
clung like smoke
that became exhausted on breath,
the morbid look of reality
as being human is to dance
bare splayed white thigh flesh
promise of midnight feast
fulgent in face
he wished to grasp her now
be away upon a tram
tearing worsted tights
patched with careful hand
lamplit ombres chinoises
concavity of upturned behind
receiving wild attention,
she has him as a pale
pierrot languishing on soft words
and gentle caress
having seen the kaleidoscope
and been within pink basket
away with shallow shadows
to find his way home,
naked on sheets tugged and messed
alone
internal orchestra played on
stood upon her rug
once vibrant
and danced again
for herself this time,
watched only by flickering
wax candles
toulouse lautrec
i take a hammer
and a nail
to my brother and sister eye,
one gazing south
to shared sand of desert and sea,
other north
through motorcycle lens
to fields of open pleasure,
my visceral concern
is not getting lost between both,
naked to contradiction
my form is seen
bare paleness of a wanting moon
sand still tasted between teeth,
without movement and sound
to the board of memory
each eye nailed
swiftly
so there is no gelatinous collapse
blinking obscura of pain,
i now want
flesh cold
still pale
not written upon by her lips,
hammer has fallen
indenting ground
taking root
Andrew Wyeth Man and the Moon
loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,
now without sanitorium or astral light,
deaths pungency had gone
she lay before him,
naked as the solemnized wedding bed,
sewn with silk and love
cerise ridge scars
created with a skill he never knew he had,
her offal once mortal
he feasted upon
washed with wine and tears,
absorbing her
leaving her with mechanics,
parting her legs
felt for the copper tube
inserted handle
and turned each activating
and animating,
mechanical precision went into motion
body shuddered
eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,
she could move
with silence as her voice was no more,
he helped her dress
that velvet gown
he loved so much,
outside to walk again
without fear of bacteria or virus
morning filled the mountains with shadow,
holding hands
her face a dark riddle,
in her eyes she had the knowledge
to do the same for him
when that time came
to walk immortal together,
then she paused
he thought mechanics had failed
as she began to lift off the ground
taking flight,
he panicked calling out
as she slipped out of grasp,
soared higher into air
unable to reply,
that she had a lover she had
to find
Chagall
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