Tag Archives: erotic

BIG CAT

BIG CAT

big cat, little cat,
let us not dance around this;
I will touch you regardless,
more than brush your fur

seeing yourself
slink right past me:
                                as if!

little cat, big cat
those eyes at night
I can tell how
keen they are to leopard me

look here
      Mrs Sabre-toothed
all these love wounds
where you nibbled

were it not for love
and due caution
        you could well have
severed an artery

nestled between
your two paws, soothed
by your purring,
all that
is ferociously sweet
about you

me and all my poems
bleeding out

ON THE DREAM DESERT ISLAND

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

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

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

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

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

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.