ON THE DREAM DESERT ISLAND
on the dream
desert island we have
created
we lie half naked
eyes burning
in the dipping Sun
exploring our ideas
of life and love, poetry
philosophy
exquisite notions
touching on everything
until the physical world
with warm insistence
magnetic forces
turns our thirst
to explore
from abstract
to concrete
the here and now of
desire and
union
under this sky on
this sand beneath
these palm trees
EASY
easy to draw
analogies, parallels
but also hard
here I am in the realm
of the luscious isosceles and
prudent equilateral
at right angles
to you
dealing with gravity
and the curvature
of space-time
sliding along the hypotenuse
reading your front page,
back page
headlines
and all about you corporeally
the behoves to
be on page three
my life
spread like toast
with marmalade
like centrefold
like
money shot
and time is money
need to drag out
time together
collapsing
the distance
between us
like we together exact
same hyper-sensual moment
hitting that
Venus Mars conjunction
lightspeed
REAPER
.
I sowed my oats
(whole, rolled, instant)
built an ark in
a time of drought
(deploying modern
hi-tec materials, paste,
carbon-fibre)
set my GPS to rapture to
navigate the
longitude and
latitude of
much
theological mess
sea of troubles
oceans of transition
came looking for your soul
heart of your true being
so pure
and, yes,
so pink
me hot for that
like blazing meteor
as I torch
the atmosphere some
dinosaur checking me out
my soul
much refried red
giant comparatively speaking
hot to the touch, sizzling
Carolina Reaper off
the Scoville charts
as I
negotiate your lips
GUITAR
my telephone beeps
it does
not speak
it tells me
her message is here
was
holding my breath
but now
I can breathe
this is what she wrote
fingers that once
tippy-
toed now
dancing across
the keyboard
express
delivery
heart to
heart
(would those nimble
fingers were
here
plucking my strings
playing me like
a rock guitar)
SAME; DIFFERENT
my pain
is not very good
at breasting
the way
whatever my pen
might say
(so gotten
into the habit
of speaking
for itself
talking
to itself)
stick me in
a foam bath and
then I should
relax into
this enterprise
weave my way through
word possibilities
dodging
linguistic dissonances as
if they
were titanic icebergs
whatever
quantum fluctuations
float
your boat
Hokusai moment
at which
to posit the implicit
connection between
metatextual
and sexual
you may
well considet joining me
adding to
poem fun index
we could
team up tempestuously
come up
with something fine
and expansive or
cut the writing altogether
(in our altogether)
SIGN
I want to take you
on a bed
of wine coloured
roses
my lips wanting your
brown skin
beneath them
for all of
human time
and though
I have not yet
found you
and still have
to persuade you
to commit
to this enterprise
an enterprise in which
we die and die and die
forever and ever
constantly rising
constantly reborn
for which the shade of deep burgundy of
these flowers
has become
of
this desire and
would be passion
its
eloquent sign.
SNAKE AND LADDER
my tongue
endeavouring to
acquaint itself
with you
ladders and snakes
snakes
and ladders
your nipples seem
to have
something to say
a point
to make
tell me
to look here
there
this way
that way
ask me
if I can turn you
into a butterfly
can turn you
into a million butterflies
which, if
they should co-ordinate
find their rhythm
best
fractal pattern
a truly stupendous storm
must needs create
poems 2 die for