We should make love upon a stage: watched by millions upon millions; our sighs and whispered words, amplified and multiplied, spread out amongst the stars. All the world should see the beauty of your flesh – aroused, your body flushed and wet; your eyes half-closed, your fingers curled upon themselves – the glory of your [...]
Writing words of milk and honey on your skin, my fingers feather light and anvil strong, raising nipples and goose flesh mountains, indelible words of love and want, all over you and into your skin: mine to touch and to behold (yours to offer or withdraw.) Lower and lower the feather pen goes. Milk and [...]
Hanging from the branches of the Tree of Life (snakes hissing up and down its trunk; flies buzzing ferociously) we grew and ripened – till (heavy with desire; leaking sweet corruption) thankfully we fell.
I am made of wild unreason, running through my bones: unreasonably proud and lustful – wanting all and touching all and drinking, fucking, wildly trusting all. All of me is all unreason, all my thoughts exploding wildly: butterflies that start as demon storms – storms that have no centre and no check your luggage points. [...]
I can see you naked in the morning, opening the windows, letting out the night. I can taste the smell of morning on your breath. Early sun-beams stroke your body, coat your hair with baby light. Your eyes still moist with dream, your lips half-parted; breath as sweet and warm as sheets, now left abandoned [...]
I would like to read you slow pages, feel the warm trickle of ink, slowly engaging in summer enchantments; taste the sweat of old spells on sandpaper armpits and sandpaper tongues. Sing a salty song of lust; trust these old parchments, brimming with life, covered with dust and dripping, burning wax of solemn seals and [...]
Walking through neon-lit rain, turning a corner; cutting a deck of choices, turned to stone, crumbling in his hands, teasing the soles of his blackened boots. Turning a corner, turning a card that holds no surprises; the sound of spades (neon-lit) hitting stone. Sparks of night dust, like babies in a garbage-can or pink and [...]
There is a time of life, a time of night that words don’t come to us so easily – no more the swarm of music-torn, sweet words or long, soft letters; no more the simple confidence that sentences breed life and love; that a sun-touched waterfall of ways to say I love you is enough [...]
Back to the bridges, back to the river once more. Mud floor, swan ceiling: back home. Me and a million other ghosts dream about some past, some ever fading future, that won’t ask us to take root. No roots and no commitments: here to stay and here to float, forever. No more faces, no more [...]
Into your arms, your warmth and longing – a drowning in caves, a wonder of silence and need; an opening, opening up. Your sighs and tightening muscles, widening eyes; you’re all-embracing, holding me, now calling me. Into your arms and elf-shot nipples, oven lips and cunt – and all the words I whisper, Heaven-bound; my [...]
Dancing lake, rising to the wind; your laughter and the way your soft-spoken voice, your wisdom moves the meadow towards lambs and crows at play. The way your fingers sculpt the air, your shoulders move the unseen wings, that make you angel bird, waiting for the sky to kiss your lips, your eyes and hair. [...]
This is where the blood goes and love songs come to rest: onto the mountain, praying for wings; hold me, Whoever is out there. And out of body-bag cocoons voices sing to Heaven.
I can play or be the child but she will notice. I can try to hide in words, all kinds of thoughts and notions; try to hide inside – but she will notice. She listens to me with her eyes: never claiming, never needful – always ready with a smile that waits, till I am [...]
I make our bed; you make our breakfast. Mister Chamberlain met Hitler. I drink my tea; you smoke your cigarette. Mister Chamberlain got on his plane. I look at you; you try and smile at me. Mister Chamberlain arrived at Heathrow airport. I go to work and you must study; we do kiss at the [...]
Telling, mesmerizing tails of comets, lost in beautiful reminders of frozen space. Shooting, falling stars: wishing nothing would and nothing could ever touch me.
So you want a poet for the night, forget yourself, while you listen to his stories of love and death and waiting – and what was your name again? Lies are so easily remembered. You are a poem I wrote long ago, for someone passing in the street. Are you that poem? I remember poems. [...]
(And I would offer you my bones and restless talk of dreams and love?) Ah yes, but you are beautiful; a light that moves the universe from stupid and contained to God-spill wonder. (And I would offer you my love and restless wounds?) And where am I, so old and naked, stupid and alone, still [...]
Huntress moon, your skin so soft and pale against my dark-filled throat; my fur and nails and nose, so open to all threats, all killing and all feeding sounds, that fill this nightmare wood. Protector moon, your light now seeking me and keeping me alive; now telling me there is no need to hide in [...]
Where is the spider that I saw this morning, mending its web, recovering but not retreating from the storm, that hit its web last night? And where are you: what storm, what private longing broke the threads that kept you safe? Are you recovering, Retreating? All these nights and all these storms, these endless mornings: [...]
Like any God I have a junkie heart, existing for the rush of that one first, true word, that one defining moment, that a universe is born; waiting for that one true touch of lips and teeth and tongue and throat, exhaling, eating, breathing, being – living for the wonders of that one first syllable [...]