is this a kiss?

A faint memory stains my vision
but the body remembers exquisitely
for more addiction to develop erotic
demands the attention in solitude
screaming passion electric undercurrent
stimulating pheromone cologne
and a fiery belly shivering down
to groan the delicious whispers
of fantasy found in starburst red
wet slick juicy full lips ripe with desire
tasted lightly slightly tracing tongue
upon the whimpers plead for more
to further explore with torturous tease
touching lightly your lips aflower
soft fuzzy touches, flicks, and kisses
blinded oblivious with divinity’s pleasure
blends all creation and all exists as one
time stood still
blood pulse
thumping rushing
dizzy
breathe
you shiver and ache
legs quake, eyes wonder shocked
could there be more

dichotomous truth

Refined ignorant masses of sexual beasts
Controlled existence to behave civilized
Locked in the prison of every mind
The fantasies of truth subverting lives
Questions of insanity always abound
Creating chaotic confusion in doubt
The facade growing heavier with time
Weight collapsing as cracks crumble
Unable to withstand the growing appetite
Left untended deep within the mind
The body agonized in unmet satisfaction
Suppressed too long trying to be civilized
The confusing array of fantasy imagination
Bubbles forth in the stormy sea of emotion
To yell, scream the agony, ecstasy frustrated
Unraveled tonight the beast prowls daylight
Sniffing the hunt with an appraising eye
For the delicacies and morsels of pure delight
Who parade their charms in mock innocence
Twittering and skittering as if in dismay
Eyes dancing with mischievous twinkling
Their rawness need is waiting to be filled
With the monster of penetrating power
To impregnate the seed of creations truth
We swallow our identity in civilized horror

mirror man

Can you hide from it anymore?
Holier than he thou art?
I think not, yet
You parade yourself
With false airs.

“Don’t look at me that way!”
you say
I say, “Why?
Aren’t thou thine friend?”

Oh, I did not know
Thou keeps us all apart
No one ever to come close
We must all keep a distance
For if too close we get
We know not what
These feelings are

Does no one know where
Their true heart lies?
Is it confusion in thine soul?
Has thine heart been so
Profoundly bled
By hurts and betrayals of others?

Dous thou not know tis human nature?
That thou also has caused betrayal?
Ah! I thinketh a connection has thou made
Thy knows thine own true nature
Assuming the nature to be true for thine brothers
Thou art suspect of all
For thou are suspect also

words razorsharp

To those sensitive loving souls who take it all in.

Razor sharp
And icy steel
Slicing abdomens
As they are
Expelled
In a breath
Of singing fire
Power and glory
Thorny roses
Stuffed into the ears
Of the audience
Too quiet
They listen
In pain
Clenched teeth
Tightly
Teardrops rolling
Scarlet red
Thick and syrupy
“hit me,” I say, “hit me!”
and the torrential rains
of punishing vowels, consonants
intended to sever,
to separate,
a heart
with white glory
sunshine and dew
cool and crisp
those words continue
to cut away

let me be me

There is a sadness in my heart today
It’s heavy, hard, and ready to break
“It will be freedom,” I’d like to say
A life to live I would like to take

Standing tall and unafraid
People taking issue as they want
No change in me as a band-aid
Cause who I am is not a taunt

I am a man living in heat
Sex and life feed my creativity
If you don’t like it take a seat
It’s all you can do to let me be me

I know I am human in all it entails
The dark and light of humanity
Exist in me within all the details
All of life’s coarseness embraced by me

sleep

It descends softly
Enveloping slowly
With a million tiny gems
Sparkling in the mines
Of your minds eye
Creating a warmth
Of peace and serenity

Lying there still
Waiting, in the darkness
For the escape
That awaits you
Drifting slowly
With the ebbing tide
Of time and distance
No longer a reality

Thoughts become dreams
Dreams become reality
Running from the demons
To find your sanctuary
Of magnificence and grandeur
That will protect and warm
The battered heart and soul
That has fought the real world
And spirits of the night