Laying it on thick (from My Little Book of E)

Sunday, August 31, 2014

I smear it on with both hands

Just for the excuse to lick it off

To feel the hard and soft of it,

To linger near the top

And delve into the bottom

To know it all with the best part of me

To taste what I touch,

To feel each inch of landscape

By having moved over it,

And I move slowly

As not to miss anything

Each flaw a treasure,

Each ripple a luxurious side trip

To fit with the tip or lip

As I move on,

There is always too much to

Take in all at once

Too many tiny places

To slip in and out of,

Too little time
to know as much as I should,

And like a road-weary tourist

I vow to explore this or that

On my next trip

Aching for the chance 

At least one more encounter,

Hoping beyond hope

That I have done enough

To deserve another lick

Smearing it all on so thick

I can’t possibly miss

My next try.

The salty haze of uncertainty

Friday, August 29, 2014

I breathe the scent of salmon

As the net scrapes against my thigh

And I think of you

And the sea we all sale in

Waiting for the mesh to drop

The panic in the up-churned waves

The up and down and sideways

That leaves us perpetually confused

As to which way we have come

Or where we should go,

The tight ropes that bind us

And scrap our sin with a mixture

Of pain and pleasure,

The lost of the unknown

Mingled with the lack of free will,

The prickly coarse entwinement

Containing us as the moist fingers

Beats around us and over us,

And yet we somehow remain secure,

Wanting sure hands to haul us in,

A warm touch to rub those limbs

Where the ropes chafed

To ease the ache with bliss

And until we cannot tell

Which is which, nor care,

Only that we are no longer lost,

No longer drowned

In the salty haze of uncertainty.

Smoldering

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The leaves cling to the ground

With the first autumn rain

Skins slick with wet

As if churned from a summer’s sweat,

The rubbing of limbs

The moan of pressing trunks

The expired sigh of each breeze,

All lost in this afterglow

Of changing seasons

And the expected chill

That makes limbs shudder

And press even deeper

To retain bits of warmth

And keep it all from oozing out

Winter being such a long

And exasperating time

That makes us cling

All the closer but without

The rage of heat,

we rubbing together

like stick against stone

expecting no burst of flame

but a slow and steady smoldering

we hope will keep us warm

until spring springs upon us again,

bringing back summer’s bliss.

What I live for

Saturday, August 23, 2014

I melt in your hand

AND in your mouth,

A stick of butter

Injected into scalding heat

You cool me

Only just enough

To mold me,

An oozing mass

Of hissing steam

My thoughts evaporate

When I think of you,

I never learned

The most fundamental lesson

I touch heat

And it hurts so bad

I always have to do it again

And still want more,

I’m like one of those trees

Whose seeds pop

When set on fire

I can’t get out of the kitchen

Even if I wanted to,

Stirred up on your stove top

Until I’m all froth,

You drink me up

A bit of slip clinging

To your upper lip,

You sip, I drip,

The ever melting man

Aching for you

To melt me

To mold me

It’s what I live for.

Vampire love?

Monday, August 11, 2014

The wind weaves

Through the meadow grass

Like fingers through

Strands of hair,

The palms of my hands

Moist in the chill air

My breath near your ear,

The nip of love bites

Always leading to

Blood lust,

My lips brushing

Your neck

Always with the deeper

Hunger for more,

Always struggling on

With the eternal debate

How deep to sink my teeth,

To satisfy this that rises

Up inside of me,

Not done until buried deep

This flesh that seeks

A moist sheath,

To draw in and out

Each blow matched by

The blow of breath

And the moan of this meadow

Wind as it stirs,

This vampire love

Leaving me to wonder

How deep to feed

To sedate this insatiable hunger

My lips pressed against soft flesh

And with infinite impatience

Seeking solace in twin peaks

I can easily reach,

How deep do I plunge

And will it ever be enough?

The right combination

August 10, 2014

He puts two hands on her

And feels her tremble

Like a flower with each

Delicate leaf vibrating

And wet with morning dew

He can taste just by touching

His fingers reaching deep

To places the rest of him

Aches to go

And she is all eyes and mouth

Beneath his face

So his breath breathes

Her breath,

And his gaze sees only

What she wishes him to see

And like a boy trying to find

The right combination to a puzzle

He works his fingers to see

What he can unlock

And make those eyes

Open up to him,

So he might reach into her place

He cannot reach now

Without her permission

Better than nothing

August 7, 2014

She tells me to kneel

And I kneel

Her jaw clenched

And her fingers,

As if she clutches a whip,

I didn’t always do

What I was told to do

And that was the trouble,

But I do now,

Knowing that it’s her way

Or no way

And no way is unacceptable

Since I do not exist without her

This is not just love

It’s physics

Like a Star Wars movie

With two sides to the force

And my hands bound

By the all powerful

And my mouth gagged

By the fear that I might

Bring down doom

If I think too much for myself,

So I stop thinking

And do what I’m told to do

Regardless of how much it hurts,

Accepting my fate

With bowed head,

Knowing this is better than

The nothing I would be

Without her.

Voyeur

August 6, 2014

I am always the voyeur,

Taking sneak peeks at your soul

To see what’s there,

Truth as naked as a new born

And just as frail,
my long rough fingers,

Caressing its forehead

And then it’s thigh

Trying to squeeze out of it,

The last bit of sweet juice

Before it all seems like a lie.

I have no shame,

I feel what I need to

In order to feel alive,

Throbbing head to toe

With need I can rarely satisfy,

Throwing open curtains

Plunging through,

Laying truth on its back

So I can have my way with it,

And it always lets me do

Whatever I want,

Tasting what I need to taste

Touching what I have to touch,

Letting me rock it to sleep

As I lay down beside it.

Dripping

August 3, 2014

Beads of morning rain’s residue

Lingers on the lips of pedals

Of meadow roses
like tears cried from

And overnight storm

I only dreamed about

The aftermath of a shaken world

I feel as I stroll

This meadow path

Air heavy over me

And inside of me

My thirst barely quenched

From sipping these lingering leaves,

The pink pedals spread

To expose their yellow insides

While all around

Green and purple thistles

Make it impossible to touch

Each kiss I attempt

Bringing blood to my lips

Not bliss as I slip

Through the tips of leaves

To linger and look at

Those pink pedals

But not to touch,

Blisters of thirst on my lips

Instead of a kiss

As those pink flowers

Drip, drip, drip.

The Emperor’s new clothes

August 2, 2014

I feel you right through

All these layers of cloth,

Sketched out in public places

As if we both wore

The Emperor’s new clothes

Everybody can fully see

But us, or maybe merely me,

Seeing what I ache to see,

Feeling what I need to feel,

Each brush in public

Feeding some hunger in me

I can feed in no other way,

My life caught

On the frayed edges

Of my sleeve,

Rubbing shoulders too hard

And too often

Because I can’t rub

In any other way

Trying to rub off

Every bit of that

Invisible cloth

So there is nothing

Between us

At all.

Breathless

August 1, 2014

We breathe out heat like an old fan,

Huffing and puffing until the air boils

And we drip, drip, drip,

As we wait for the thermometer to explode,

No weather vane to tell us

How long this storm will last,

That rocks us after dark,

Or where the bolts of lightning

Will strike next,

Each rumble of thunder

Rising from out of us

As we rise and fall,

The hiss of steam in our ears

And the bliss of its relief

When we release,

The shock of the first bolt

When it finally finds the right spot,

And we breathing life
into each other with each

Breath we breathe,

Me into you, you into me,

Leaving both of us breathless

When we finally stop.