BY DESIGN
I like the designs
she came up with
the adaptations
to allow
us to survive
and so much more
stepping into a teal sea
under a soft violet sky
we find
we love it in this
alien ocean
together we flow
forgetful of time and
smooth and succinct in
the way we explore
our streamlined acuity
release
from gravity.
FINGERS
forgive me
for running my
fingers down
your spine
to that
place of confluence
my tingling
meeting your
tingling
and talking of tingling
(chimes brushed
by the wind being
what
I am now thinking)
I am in and out
the habit
of making connections
getting
connected
loving every connection
I have ever loved to make
SMOKE
your smoke
keeps me awake at night
those hot coals
inside you
your words smoulder
and I pretend
not to be impressed
not to burn
spontaneously combust
no smoke
without, in
your case
volcanic potential
magma, caldera
thermonuclear fire
XCHANGE
touch me feel me
see me love me
hear
me
I wan’t to spread
your wealth
across
the stars
be union and
be disintegration
want to expand you
horizontally vertically
along
every axis
you having
so much to give
so much
to receive
PLACE
yout touch
indelible
your fingers
going right through
my skin
into my brain
smoothing everything
everything
until the
stars came
shooting, falling,
shooting, falling
their heat and light
bathing us both
finding
every place
NIGHT FLOWERS (PROFANE) night flowers vanished sunlight put paid and so it goes: desperate levity, quick fix beauty on social media aspects of your hot body (Aphrodite parts) jammed into my face a place to shine: her scent is there to tell us today she is ghosted by the thought of a lover, her lover not can get no satisfaction sorting her an instant poem there if not resonant then at least afterglow fine tune the world therefore whilst it is turning exactly for sleep and chemistry are apposite in dream (flood of words and, behold!, a ship sailing home on them) what is lost in this exchange: ancient joy to master or be enslaved always, even in the bleached church courtyard, something pagan, much that is profane
EARTH SIGN you came to visit me on the farm we made love: ample bodies, tiny bed force of gravity alone I thought we wers joutneying to the centre of the Earth cries- crossing its equaror navigating its circumference twenty thousand leagues in the tiniest boat
IN CONJUNCTION
perfunctory
matter-of-factual
lowest
common denominator
recurring (hexi) decimal
super-accurate
orgasm you may measure
with a micrometer
seismically
and still the longing
insatiable to rummage
through
your toolbox
plough
through your belongings
wondering what gloss
you going to give this
what
star alignment you will find
stellar conjunction
Oh so Mars, Venus, Mars
Mercury
perfectly planetary?
LINES
making love
to you
I forget
my lines
feel forced
to ad lib
ex-
temporize
make it
up as along this sweet
hot wet
tightly twist-
ing road
we go
garbling all
the poetry
AND THEN
and then
there waa
no choice
no option
fate had decided
desire complied
we fell into it
this thing pleasure
embraced it
until we
got saturated
knew yout
until i could know you
no more deeply
but here
there is always more
aleays more deeply
oceans of detail
to touch, taste, feel
savour until the Sun
ghe Moon, the day; the dawn,
time itself dissolve
everything but you
just disappears
and then
poems 2 die for