Taken Me.

Eyes closed
face poised in pleasure
tension dissolving from its hold
unwrapping the tightly woven coils
of muscles around the bones,
clothes on the floor
tan-lines exposed
hazy tendrils floating lazily
heaven bound
nobody to tell you “no”
fingers clenching
time hard pressing
against a passion
a love story
without the love
the smoothness of
a liquid glove
I breathe you in deep
all the way to my feet
excite me
I am yours to keep
until you fail to please
for now the ember
burns white hot in these sheets
no need to wonder
just be
I surrender
myself at your feet
take me under
besiege me
rough and tender
do what you may please
sweat spilled
droplets of evidence
of the elements
to your ownership
of my willing body
paid-in-full
push and pull
you leave me on my knees
I’m yours
to throw or to hold
you have taken me.

Hush.

Hush your lips, quiet your mouth…
help me ride this naughtiness out;
I seek out the ears of your illogical side…
I seek out the dark side of the sunny daylight,
I seek out the body covered by your suit and tie;

Still your hand, calm your nerves…
sit back and take what you deserve;
I want to spend a good chunk of time…
I want to bring shooting stars out to shine,
I want to show you what it means to really be mine;

Rest your thoughts, shelf your fears…
let me to tongue bathe away your tears;
I will not leave your body or mind dissatisfied…
I will toss my sword and armor passionately aside,
I will you to toss yours, too – and just enjoy the ride.

Taken Me.

Eyes closed
face poised in pleasure
tension dissolving from its hold
unwrapping the tightly woven coils
of muscles around the bones,
clothes on the floor
tan-lines exposed
hazy tendrils floating lazily
heaven bound
nobody to tell you “no”
fingers clenching
time hard pressing
against a passion
a love story
without the love
the smoothness of
a liquid glove
I breathe you in deep
all the way to my feet
excite me
I am yours to keep
until you fail to please
for now the ember
burns white hot in these sheets
no need to wonder
just be
I surrender
myself at your feet
take me under
besiege me
rough and tender
do what you may please
sweat spilled
droplets of evidence
of the elements
to your ownership
of my willing body
paid-in-full
push and pull
you leave me on my knees
I’m yours
to throw or to hold
you have taken me.

Hush.

Hush your lips, quiet your mouth…
help me ride this naughtiness out;
I seek out the ears of your illogical side…
I seek out the dark side of the sunny daylight,
I seek out the body covered by your suit and tie;

Still your hand, calm your nerves…
sit back and take what you deserve;
I want to spend a good chunk of time…
I want to bring shooting stars out to shine,
I want to show you what it means to really be mine;

Rest your thoughts, shelf your fears…
let me to tongue bathe away your tears;
I will not leave your body or mind dissatisfied…
I will toss my sword and armor passionately aside,
I will you to toss yours, too – and just enjoy the ride.

Netherworld.

How this mind
of mine,
constructs a place,
a metallic taste
that saturates;
alive,
by the grace –
of another space
and time.
A Netherworld
just yours and mine
where the thoughts
of you and I;
pornographically
intertwine.
Nobody sees –
just you and me,
just the way
we like things to be;
You feel adored,
and I feel carefree.
A dream belonging
to who
I am when
I’m asleep…
to awaken
in the morning;
to the flushed cheeks
of your
time taken;
just freeze.
Stay locked in this position,
as the rain is drizzling;
nothing outside
of this place
where we hide,
matters too often
anymore to me, at least.
Real eyes
realize…
that time is truth
and truth is a lie;
Happily lost in
the cost
of your eyes,
Rain weighs in
lighter than
teardrops…
and take twice
as long to dry.

March to April.

Take me to the ocean’s edge;

bury me there in your kisses,

so darkly lit at the corners,

the smoothness of your mouth…

the snapping linen of windy echoes;

Tell me your most hidden truths;

confide in me your every secret,

so sprinkled by shimmer,

the peach fuzz of my skin…

the slapping palms on my ass cheeks;

Read to me from your Book of Poems;

find me safety beneath the voice,

belonging to my Saline Ghost…

the Guardian of my ears and lungs;

Visit me when I sleep and dream;

teach me such righteous divinities,

by one likened to a premonition…

the breaking of a titanium chain-link;

Promise me that you will stay;

poised at my side like you are now,

so collected to balance my insanity,

the ease by which you forgive…

the ripping up of nails from a coffin’s lid;

Lie to me if it means forever;

bury me beneath what you so choose,

so vulnerable to your many strengths,

attentively absorbing you like a sponge…

the infusion of some good in my life.

Strung Up.

It hurts me,
deeply;
to know of
so heavy a burden carried…
Feeling trapped,
aimlessly;
wandering through
an existence instinctively…
Feeling shamed,
persecutedly;
stripped and strung up
for all to come whip me…
Feeling disbelief,
completely;
so hard to accept
the truths I can’t help but see…
Feeling lonely,
thoroughly;
the bed sheets are
nearly as cold as me…
Feeling empty,
regrettably;
he’s at a pub writing
poetry to forget me.