Hour 13: In the Rough
Do not be ashamed
Your flaws are your virtues too
Don’t let them tarnish
Poem Thirteen ~ Thick
Blood.
A substance thicker than water.
Required for existence in most living things.
You.
A person with thicker skin than I.
And yet, you need me.
Me.
Thinner than you in every way.
And I need you just as much.
And I wish I had the weight of the tears
that I’ve shed for you,
to give you in love.
Honesty
I wish I could tell you thank you for what you’ve done.
You’ve helped me reach a point I thought I would never reach.
You told me when the darkness comes that we could still fight the night.
Eclipse
A solar ring reflected on the water
As he approached
Through a canopy of pines.
“Don’t panic!” he demanded.
The moon’s perfect orbital
Shadow fell upon the placid lake.
And my heart quickened
Beneath my breastbone.
“Can you spare a double A?”
I nodded, silently, as I stood,
Staring at his deep blue eyes.
He smiled, a knowing smile.
“They’re in the jeep,” I said,
“Just a moment while I…”
Turn and catch my breath.
Thus began the glory of love
When light and dark became one
Under a cloudless sky.
(#8/12): “Invitation To The Loss Of Innocence”
Will you come into my parlour, oh dear little one?
And see my etchings, and sit on my lap?
For this I can promise you.
Things will never be the same again.
© 2016 SP
Are there any ghosts?
You live in an old house now
Anything spooky happen?
If any souls departed from this house
They did so peacefully
It is not without its creaks and groans
The fan squeaks and clicks
The air conditioner makes the lights blink
The washing machine causes the floor to vibrate
If there are any old ghosts here
That I need to face
They are all inside my head
Poem #7… I think TEaKay
lexicon
under the moon
on the lake side
in the jeep
lies the spare tire
so panic
doesn’t
really strike
but under the canopy
on that very spot –
i discover bits and baubles
extra skin and tufts and knobs
i discover reminisces
i never knew
and as i explore
traverse through this newness
i discover like an aaha moment
a breastbone
as addressed in the lexicon
rather a clavicle
some place else..
aah but now you understand
what I drive at
the perfect chiselled
mark of you..
Toes, Grass, Chalk
Toes of a small girl
Feet tender and soft
Wiggling in the jet
Of the swimming pool
Walking across the yard
Early in the morning
Grass wet with dew
Tickles her arches
Chalk on the driveway
Bright colors and drawings
Dusty fingers and faces
Washed away by summer showers
Hour 10: spill blood
you shall witness,
the knife,
you shall begin to inherit the earth from my flaming tongue,
as I resist every urge to pull you out of sleep,
wake you from nightmares and dreaming.
I suck in the light, I suck cock, I suck in sadness,
I suck everything out of the world, except you.
I respect you,
but you shall witness my waning light.
you shall fuck your way into her eyes and back to mine,
I am but a man to your hetero-hedonism, I am but a pig, in your wolf den,
I am but a death bed, and you shall be the witness to my miracle.
Peeling back pleasure and revolving around you like a planet meeting the death sun,
this is the only one, holding back.
I suck in the essence, and I bring you the energy,
You shall invest all your time in forgetting and building,
when the waves become desolate and weak,
we will plummet from this edge and retreat into another eternity, believe it,
you shall witness,
as I cut ties with desperation and rush you out of this fragile home.
I will rush you into her arms as you put your cock between her rose,
and cut the thorns of love and give me the aftermath,
I understand what it means to be pleased, and put pleasure ahead of true romance,
and love was a disaster when I put a cancer-stick to my lips,
and whipped back and forth, repeating useless things to the kingdom.
I spill blood as sacrificial doom, to assume we were making something die,
but that was a lie and we are burying truth in favor of rising.
You are god, you are my witness, as we slip into lover’s beds that we do not let survive this wintering,
We will pour our energy into this religious prayer of skin,
and bare witness to growth and change.
I love the way you say my name when wrapped between her legs,
I am second guessing every thing as you plummet into her depths,
I sweat and spill blood waiting for your return,
this will be an ending to begin in our universe.
The dust is cosmic and rushing in like waves and water washes us clean,
hold back all tense feeling,
come back reeling from your softened spear,
you cut deep, and will it be enough, to be the witness and evolve,
we spill blood and don’t ask where it came from,
but we know where we’re going, and so we go, one more token in this evolution,
come burn the evidence, you shall be my witness, and you shall transcend,
after all, the soul is not to rush.