Wednesday, December 31, 2014

The immortal touch





Wednesday, December 31, 2014

We touch shoulders in the dark
But I want more
Like a luckless down and out beggar
Rubbing his hands on his lucky stone
Desperate to make something come of it,
A boy scout with stick firmly gripped
Between his sweaty palms
Stroking with the hope he can make fire
Only I am no boy scout,
And the first I ache to make
Won’t keep me warm, but will consume me
And I don’t care, desperate to turn
This tiny smoldering bit of smoke
all my strokes have caused
for something more intense
something I can throw myself into,
a mortal sacrifice for a chance
at the immortal this touch leads to than
until we rub together so hard,

we cannot help but explode

Saturday, December 20, 2014

On the tip of your tongue





Saturday, December 20, 2014

You feel it first
On the tip of your tongue
Before you taste it
Yielding then unyielding,
And as moist as a ripe mushroom
Making you ache to sink
All your teeth into it
But you plunge your tongue
Deep into it instead,
Circling the place
That makes you ache the most,
Lost in the depths of the forest
With no yearning to escape,
Waiting for the wolves to devour you
When you are the wolf
With the world on the tip of your tongue,
Doing all you can to ease the ache
To prepare this holy ground
For more of you to enter,
Your unyielding core plunging
Deep into that abyss
Rubbing more than just sticks together
With the hope of making a fire
That will consume you
Even as you burst,
So that you can no longer feel or taste
Or think, but merely keep on.


Sunday, December 14, 2014

Going deep



Sunday, December 14, 2014


I fall into your eyes
With arms outstretched
A deep sea dive
Into an abyss I know
I can never escape from
The dark depths of it
So filled with doubt
I’m sure I’ll drown
And do not care
Feeling the warmth
Of it as I break the surface
The press of it against
My flesh as I struggle to swim,
No break this deep in,
And yet, I try,
Breathing in something
Far richer and thicker
Than air, heat
Searing my lungs
With each gap,
I am scalded
Head to toe,
And even then
As a drowning man
I do not despair
Fingers feeling for the soft of it
As I reach, and reach again
Outstretched and vulnerable
Exposed to it all
The chill of not being here
More terrifying than even sinking
Too far down to know
I can’t possibly survive
If I do not dive
So I dive all the deeper
Seeking what I know is
Really there,
Something I need

Far more than I need air.