This island
Surrounded by crashing waves
Sanctuary
The tide goes out
The island swells
Its borders expand
Settles in to this new normal
Becomes more stable
More lucid
Then waves come crashing back
Devouring stability
The island shifts in ecstatic ecstasy
Welcoming the maelstrom
All distance fled
Cavorting in the froth of the sea
Poems
Solstice
The darkness begins to fade and with it the fury of winter begins. In sorrow, as it’s lover grows more and more distant until spent and broken spring slinks it’s smarmy way onto the stage. Small moment it basks in flourish then flits away as a child before the full scorn of summer’s matron. This scowling form berate it’s winsome child while in the wings dear autumn waits to step and change the world from unrepentant same to multicolor, this chill of winter’s Herald. Sung voice and winds awakening. Heralds storms destructive desire and winter gains love and strength as Night again swings about in the heart of Winter’s embrace.
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You
Yield to desire
take action, leap, fall,
moment by moment
dance, drink, dream,
seconds slipping by
cry, kiss, taste,
Minute upon minute
Caress, hug, breathe
Time faster and faster
Spin, slow, drift
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A learning experience
You’re looking for meaning at the end of a dick
That mummers show
That farce
The tongue would serve you better
Or naughty thoughts and words
Relax and be ready
First we explore pleasures, base and exhultant
Fingers on hand, on neck, trace lines of veins
Kiss pulse at wrist and throat
Mouth on nipple, then teeth
Hands tease and explore
My urgency is disregarded
I wait and build
Your smell, lick sweat
Relax, and moan
Your skin, your heat, your beating heart
Look eyes and feel my adoration made tangible worship at the altar of your flesh
You are more world’s than can be explored
Pull you to the brink almost to the sweet flower, languid smell and damp
This is all you get, right to the edge,
I’m afraid I need a stronger commitment than a one night stand to show you all the pleasures of a lifetime become jaded.
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The science of a thing does not make it less
I languish waiting for the sound of your voice
For the words to travel down your spine Down lightning roads
Summon forth tamed gale moving across and through vibrating pillars shaped articulate by agile tongue past lips moving in morphic form.
To vibrate on the air and strike swiftly to my ears, into the auditory canal, shivering small hairs and reverberating eardrum, spur nerve to send signal to my brain where it interprets and hears your angelic, throaty, drinkable voice. Sends impulse down to muscled heart to beat faster and loosen the tightness gathered there in anticipation. Limbs act to counter the inevitable pull of gravity, torsion on joints and impelled forward to the embrace.
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Every love is a story to tell
You are a truth my heart wishes to tell.
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I want… (part 2)
You.
To top you.
To take you.
To cum in your mouth.
To feel your heat wrapped wet and hot around my throbbing cock.
My mouth on your clit.
Your orgasm.
Your tongue.
To explore every inch of your body.
To fulfill your every desire.
To touch the small of your back and summon the shivers of remembered pleasure.
You, again and again.
To introduce you to the pleasures of the flesh. From first steps to masterwork.
Your words.
Your past.
Your worries and your dreams.
You for as long as you will have me.
To be your companion, your champion, your master.
All that you are.
You, spent and content, lying in the safety of my arms.
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Rhymed devolution
The actions I regret
Never remember, never forget
Drown my sympathetic heart
Hear it’s beat, hear it start
Lace my blood with poison
Sing me of your fears
Drink our sorrow, sleeping
Last dance amidst the tears
Your voice puts me on tilt
A smile that’s fit to quit
Advance the notion and wait
Drenched dream in the hands of guilt
Simple word to tongues’ phrases
Party with and then depart
But come back to waiting arms
Wait forever, want aloud
To take, to dream, to learn, to see
And bound, and bound, and bound
Break, snap, twice cooked sand
Drink me, eat me, love me.
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Momentum
why these steps into uncertain future to know another,
to know their mind to be afraid not of your actions but of theirs, or by your inaction due to uncertainty, you false step can you false step,
It’s like wearing thick socks and stepping on broken glass.
You hope that the minimal precaution you have taken will allow you to come away, as free from cuts as possible.
But how can you know. Just the slow step, then another, and another. The small cuts, the shredded cloth.
It has seldom been my actions that make me afraid, it is always the uncertain horizon. The actions of others.
My hope, in all its falseness, leads me forward.
Caution allows you to retain gains, but risk allows you to advance those gains.
Life is the balancing act between the two.
So my resolve is to act, small steps.
To breathe and reap the storm.
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Angel is another word for slave
Oh hark, comes an angel
Her wings are tattered from her fall
She moves with hidden grace
Her voice that once trumpeted clarion call “To arms! To arms!”
He comes alone
all fail and fell
Wearing a cloak of night
His voice, the storm
Speaks words not meant for mortal tongue and burst the gates of heaven
He’s here, he’s here
the choirs whisper, filling the streets
But no orders given, though air still rings with her call
“I come. I come with warning.
I come to tell you of your fate.
You who cower now
We come. We come.
We will not tolerate.
Your brimstone hells, your fiery scourge,
your serenity, your rest.
Stay behind your walls.
Stay out of the affairs of mortal realms or face the Armageddon you promised in glee.
But this time with other enemy.
No choreography, no fated win.
Just armies at the ready. Tired of your fearful dance.”
The angel at the gates. All dutifully reports, this dire pronunciation. And suffers fate of all messengers.
She falls, she falls.
Oh hark, comes an angel
Her wings are tattered from her fall
She moves with hidden grace
Her voice that once trumpeted clarion call
And he who offered warning dire
Now, offers choice where once was none.
“I apologize for your treatment. I apologize for the need. If you so desire, you may follow me. We have no shining cities. We have no trumpets sound. We can only offer purpose. We can only offer strife. But stand with us and our backs will never turn. We are bound by honor, bound by purpose, bound by truth. Our generals fight by our side and safeguard humanity’s hope. With us you may choose.”
Pelgris 