Love Strikes Again

Somehow, miraculous, your soft tendrils find my gnarled roots
and encourage me to start breathing this heady oxygen mix
my feet are wet with expectation
the moment you sidled up to me and gently nudged my tummy
grinning
that was the moment the lightning struck and fused us
the moment when a disbeliever became a prophet
& the world was shimmering with the silver of possibility.

Deliquiscence

Deliquiescent one,
you are right about her
each small travesty is showing me more
bibulous public confessions show
the disingenuity of each and every little past declaration:
you are woman, she is not even comparable
you are water on my tongue; a pure sustenance.

My longing is a river pregnant with flood
I would gladly drink a torrent of you, unspluttering
& disseminate the idea of us
deep with the walls of your unquenched well
to assuage memories of an arid desert that held me captive
So, allow me to catch the dewy sadness from your eyelashes
to lick dry the river delta gushing down your face
& let us listen to the rain over our conjugal bed.

Wilted Atropine (time differences)

belladonna, o deadly nightshade
are you like Atropos
who choses how we die
well, in these early morning hours
full of half-lives, assignations and irresolvable questions
I delve into the pool of your eyes
nightswimming, happily drowning
marking time with you, every second I am willing submit
flailing, flailing
falling, fawning
entertaining such flights of fantasy and idiocies unimaginable
in the time before you
just to sit with you, water's edge to feel your pulse quickening
waiting for the right time
waiting for the real time
waiting for the next time and the last time
I just like to watch your clock ticking; these time differences.

Stretch Out and Wait

Lover most exquisite,
if i dress you, it is because I have the eye of aesthete
and staring out at your girded flesh comforts me
that the tremulousness is held by the sheen
of silks and nylons, that desire has some soft boundaries

Lover most delicious
if I feast upon with the ravenous glare of one
with unquenchable hungers
it is not to make you quiver and shudder without compensation
but to celebrate the music running through your skin
and to play your body with virtuosity and verve.

Lover most ravishable
if I plunder your borders and storm your capitals by force
it is because invasion shows you at your most beautiful
stretched out and waiting, the rapturousnes of your surrender
encourages my incursions, your willing capture affirms you as mine

Strange Love

strange love walks so gracile in fishnetted legs
the top of the thigh, a capital of suspense
this, Sir, is suggestability.

strange love lies spent and shackled at the foot of the bed
the silken ties that bind, the aroma of surrender
this, Miss, is what awaits you a foreign sun.

Imagining you

--for kat

swimming in the azure pools of your eyes
bathing as radiant as the ruler of some conquered territory
I imagine you

in the tensile grip of hungry, wanton hands
the imperious grasp of grace and form as if clamped
I imagine you

the imprest of leather on the alabaster white
the seering red reminding you who covets you
I imagine you

the slither of silken ropes draped around limbs
the jangling of cold steel & contraint
I imagine you

the epiphanic arching of your back, the joyous curvature of spine
the pleasures that rifle through
this is how I imagine you

Your Body as a Canvas

I imagine your body as a canvas
wrapped taut and true around your bones
as you kneel before me, pliantly
my glorious pillow book.
across you, smeared the brushstrokes of trailing fingers
and the hot seering hands warming your flesh
& like a painter, I work with a palette of hues and colours
red, mauve, vermillion, tinctures of purple
for this is forbidden love
a love that shuns publicity, but cries for attention
a mere hint
a kind of rapturousness that neither of us has to silence
& which whimpering, whispers my name.
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Use Your Disability

I do not see your passions defined or bound
by the whirring wheels of your chair
just a cradle for the same stock standard covetousness
we all lament in the most troublesome hours
& something to tie down to ( in a more truculence phase)
to shock your mother
and declare your sexuality to be alivened
everybit a women, a man
use your disability
& I will wheel you away, happy at this corruption.

Berlin

I sat on your bed
tracing the map of Berlin
a sorcerer remembering a warm spell of warm favour
though the Zoologischer Gardens and Tiergarten
and winding, wending along the banks of Spree
to a time that feels so long ago & amid the tyranny
of nostalgia, I reached out for it and it eluded
so I lay on your bed and you listened to my restlessness
like a child with a teller of stories

The Laws of Sanctimony

those who seem too eager to scourge you
claim your crown of thorns
& define for themselves the Laws of Sanctimony
with their silk white piety and garrulousness on the subject of holiness
the self-righteousness comes like a choir of angels
to sing the hymns of your ruin
to chart & catalogue every one of your very human failings
as if they themselves were guardians of an unblemished soul
well, you won't find me casting stones
At least I know I am a sinner, and confess my sins to you openly
& pride is the least amongst these but how quickly you rushed to discard me.