More of my collected poems..
GASH
Hone the merry winding gash
The sigh, the touch, the crimson sash.
Breathe to the unholy night my name.
The fall, the flight, the craven game.
I’ll trade souls for a chance to taste.
The worthy mile laid all to waste
~
THE MASQUE .
The shadows we cast in this masque of fools’ dance a way with silent song in merry trace. They follow to where unseen; we met beside the oak, beneath restless branches of night shadow green. From there, to the ‘Wayfarers silk’ a bed of letters in a quiet room alone.
And there these friends who aspire to lovers will conspire to drown beneath the covers.
Below the running surface of mirror fractured light, they hold to the longing and hold to it tight.
Fever frames the painful touch in hanging darkness we lend forgiving and want so much.
Up and to this masque of shadows she moves in ever-quickening rhythms in swirling shallows
She tenses in a rapid rise and rising smiles, to his lightly painful, playful whiles.
Rib by rib by lips to thigh. Lips trace the words and with each breath sigh.
Down unaware to hope-hidden fears and the future becomes so many years.
~
AWAKE
Wistful thoughts of paradise chase your dreams into my head.
I lie awake and wonder as they swirl about my bed.
In fanciful phrase they find me; in my sleep they softly say..
I come to you tonight to steal the passing of the day.
~
DARK FLOWER..
Oh you dark insensitive flower;
winding around the funerary bower.
Nodding at the passing trade of mourners,
with their face down who cannot see beyond this town.
Unwind your mockery of sin.
Let the twisted shapes within,
defile your charming face.
and spare us all your mock disgrace.
I can see you beneath your black disrobed.
naked without your mask of pain.
feeling nothing but your bitter shame,
desolate as you watch for blame.
~
TYGER DOWN
Out of the shadows, into sight,
trips on toe tips, a spectral vision,
Bathed in a blinding light.
An idol witch cum sullen bitch; who whores come
dripping, cyber clutch catch me tripping.
“Don’t stop
Slipping into the arms of mingling minds.
And lips that sip, Tongue to slit too quick.
Tyger down, Let her drown in sweet sweat .
into breathless pools of deep abstracted joy.
~
DRY
Stop hitting me like that .
I’ve taken it for too long.
Couldn’t you find another target;
for your pain when you are wrong.
I’ve taken all, You’ve taken more.
I’m just not getting the joke.
Please end your tiring bitterness,
That spirits away my hope.
~
GOOD VIBRATIONS
She’s up to loose this deep frustration,
Switches on the good vibration.
No resistance to such a temptation.
Massages slow with selfish contemplation,
feels the throbbing and slippery lubrication.
Goes at last for slow penetration.
Lots of tingling oscillation,
to relieve the symptoms of sexual starvation.
And feed the hunger of orgasmic privation.
With a wave of fluttering titillation .
Up and around shiver spinal syncopations.
Mind swirls in dreamy fixation.
Centered on her occupation’
flirts with swollen clitoral pulsation.
Breathes breathing harder in expectation.
Of a surge of wild sensation.
Comes in a grasp of aspiration.
Collapses into a heap¦.. of perspiration.
She smiles with the eyes of deep satisfaction.
GASH, verse and worse.
GASH, verse and worse.
I see a logical progression in the last three. Were they written in that order? 
GASH, verse and worse.
koan wrote: I see a logical progression in the last three. Were they written in that order?
I think they were all written roughly at the same time ( Jan this year ) ...Tyger down was part of a larger post ..Dry I never posted and Vibrations was part of a 'Bad peotry' thread.. maybe you can see why
I can see why you thought that though ..hmm
I think they were all written roughly at the same time ( Jan this year ) ...Tyger down was part of a larger post ..Dry I never posted and Vibrations was part of a 'Bad peotry' thread.. maybe you can see why
I can see why you thought that though ..hmm
GASH, verse and worse.
history in verse...saves us contemplating facts, much worse. to exaggerate the low slant of light that creeps in on the private dark. X
GASH, verse and worse.
very nice Argi
I read bits of , "he loves me", "he loves me not" in each piece
I read bits of , "he loves me", "he loves me not" in each piece
GASH, verse and worse.
altereggo wrote: very nice Argi
I read bits of , "he loves me", "he loves me not" in each piece
mingled with sensuous panting and ungodly roars...that's a good description.
I read bits of , "he loves me", "he loves me not" in each piece
mingled with sensuous panting and ungodly roars...that's a good description.
GASH, verse and worse.
Totally AWESOME!