i steal
your breath
just
to
make
your
lips
part
for
me
Category: Poetry
Words, the blood of poets. Slick, wet, hot, pouring over the page in a curtain of sultry satin red.
hungry heart
there was a moment
when her eyes
met mine
that I
knew
she would be
poised
parted
and
perfect
I would know her
through her
beautiful eyes
and she would know me
through
my
hungry heart
sins of the map-maker
I know your curves.
I learned them the best way possible.
by touch and by taste.
with time and with hunger.
deliberate and slow.
swift and sure.
I mapped the contours of your body with intent and your curves remember me well; strong hands and parted lips left landmarks.
I left my poetry between your thighs and my scent upon your skin.
you are known, but not discovered; there are secrets left in the cleft of your thighs, and the rising rhythm of your breathe.
I know your curves.
But I want to know them better.
raised up
from your knees
everyone seems
divine
subjugation by decree
submission through the
eye of a needle
there is such beauty
in a head lowered
and eyes
upraised
goddess
golden aura
laughing eyes
and you
so perfectly
naked
and
divine
radiance as raiment
which is nothing at all
your bared self
is
a miracle
of beauty
elegant undoing
Tell me where you are most brave.
so I may pluck it from you
sip the sweet marrow of your surrender
and make your hunger mine
the laughter of gods
thunder.
I wait for it, window open, clove between two fingers, whiskey like gasoline at hand.
thunder is a pulse
metallic scent, soft rain, and then –
heartbeat
thunder. Thunder. THUNDER.
unambigous altar
prey.
one word.
one unambiguous word.
prey.
you, prey.
I. Prey.
one word.
a universe of intentions.
I prey, but entwined with
I desire.
you – prey, but entwined with
fierce, singular, selfhood.
I prey on your raised
selfhood.
(bared ass, all fours, caught, defile, devoured)
you – prey, of a mind, of a moment.
of surrender.
somewhere in the middle.
we prey together.
the way you bruise
you were a dream I had
more light than thought
more thought than real
more real than waking
you were a dream I had
and you were
poised
placed
positioned
and you
pleaded
promised
part
ed
to
invite
me
in
capsize
you are my vessel
meant
for drowning
i fill you with
the way your leg looks
hooked over the edge of the tub
the droplets that gather
in concave and curve
tiny mirrors shaped
by your breasts
until
the weight of my regard
tips you over