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Self-published author with 3 books out there dealing with the darker side of life through poetry, short stories, observations and sketches. 'Love or Suicide and the Life In-between', 'this heat, it's hell closing in on me' and 'Words to be performed from under a table by the last of us'. Can't live without music (heavy metal and soundtrack's especially), film buff (sci-fi floats my boat), anime watcher (old school mainly), book reader (anything that captures my interest), gamer (PS4/Xbox-One), gym pumper and all round geek.

Saturday 7 November 2015

Something old, something new...

...for this months new blog post. No filler, no personal stuff (well the writing is very personal I suppose), just pure poetry. First up, a new naughty poem - a bit arty farty perhaps but still I like it:


The Binding Of Us

All the earth spins around our silence,

the strains of its rustic ways go on

as we take in our naked fragile souls,

a distance apart with a desire to be one,

our need to engage and lock together

in more than just sex and heat.



Our shape and contours glide through heavy air

striking a couple of shadows already lost in passion,

their giggles like sweet nothings in another time

waiting for our own connection to begin…



…and I step forward

and she follows,

and I raise my palms

and she follows,

and I interlock my fingers

and she follows,

and she closes her hands over mine

and I follow.



The flame now trapped in between our palms

raised high above our heads to look upon us,

witness our bodies touch with slight destruction,

see our lips brush with dangerous softness,

hear our hearts implode with infinite excitement,

this wondrous moment a rapture of pure love…and unity.



And then we erupt

breathing each other in,

swimming with senses,

tingling with emotions,

freeing the fire

and caging our spark…



…her nipples sting my chest and pierce my ribs,

I feel the gorgeous wetness as I enter her desire

and drift underneath her control and wanton pleasure.



Pinning me down she takes me in,

lost in her own body she sways

as I watch in awe this beauty sing,

her sonnet purrs deep and low,

our duet locked and conducted

as instinct burns hard and fast…



…and I raise up,

hold her in my arms

and weep with lust.

(and then)



Spreading herself before me,

she beckons me over her,

our eyes merging into glass

and we see ourselves for the very first time,

we beings now just being

as I thrust and disappear and feel…everything.



We are no longer here,

we are away with each other’s joy,

exploring, twisting, switching,

tasting, gorging, eating,

sensations beyond time and starlight,

we shine forever on as our patterns call out

and from within ourselves we join,

our pure peace flowing from one another,

this “us” finally understands,

this “us” finally gets it,

this “us” finally binds,

this “us” finally lives.  


Secondly, an old poem from my part way finished project about words:


 
Paralyze me with your words

Paralyze me with your words,
make my mind go completely numb
and shock my body into a frozen state.

Paralyze me with your words,
hurt my feelings with past desires
and shatter me with your cold touch.

Paralyze me with your words,
line up verses with a haunted delusion
and twist the poisoned knife deeper in.

Paralyze me with your words,
burn away my tainted flesh
and embrace the screeching of my pain.

Paralyze me with your words,
as I weep for release from this truth
and pray for a swift death.