Breathe the vowels
Before I grew up
To discover my uniqueness
The magic of the world
Was easy to grasp
With words on paper
Things fell apart
I no longer spoke
The world
Every consonant is
a bone on paper
every vowel
a breath
Combined they disconnect
our voice
from our surroundings
and become innate
Black lines and spots
On paper
That travel the depths
Of our minds
Our eyes see
Only the black and white
Traces we follow
with an inner chant
Once we read
And every word
was spoken
Now we are quiet, insular
Once we gave our voice
To the stories
And they lived
Once we lived
with the stories
of our voices
Freedom
I have always wanted to be free
Always
Yes well, when did always begin?
When did I start feeling, that I no longer was free.
Maybe if I think back long enough,
I can recall a time without worry,
a time without the understanding of words,
Sentences, yes or no, good or bad.
When phenomenon, where phenomenon,
everything looked and tasted as though,
it had recently been discovered,
everything was new and free of concepts.
So when did the corruption begin,
how did we lose our freedom so fast,
is this really who we are, who I am?
Every word, I got caught up in,
Every single thing that was said,
Became a maelstrom of confusion,
So naive that there was no questioning,
the truth of the matter.
There are two ways it can go,
If you hurt a child long enough.
Either they hurt back,
or maybe they seek a truth.
Orgasm
There was a light pressure
Where your lips touched
The aroused head of the clit
Warm and protruding
I could feel the eminence of
Your own excitement on my thigh
As your tongue played its way
Down upon the whole vulva
Suckling and caressing my labia's folds
My mind was totally focused
On the enjoyment of you
Sharing the warmth of your skin
The movement of the fingers
Inside me deep undulating
As the walls of my cervix
Pulsed and tightened
Pulling closer and closer
Every inch of your beautiful attentiveness
You lifted your head and left me hot
moving your member towards
My hungry and wet cunt
Now it was my turn to give
As we were joined by the hip
My hands drawing you towards me
Acutely aware of the pressure
From you most splendid cock
That I adored as much as you me
There was a moment when the
Contours between us were erased
There was no real distinction
Abruptly the breath drew us back
Towards our intimate sweating ecstasy
I sat upon you riding our pleasure
Both knowing where we where going
As you fingers played over an over again
The Prahna circulating between us
Don’t let go don’t let go
Your nails gauged into my flesh
As my hand held on tight
To the constrained muscles of your neck
Bowing and flowing our way
Into the very last throws of
Spasmic tensions a movement
Towards a release of unbound energy
An orgasm, as we both came together
I.D.
In the core of the I.D is the I
So self persevering
We think we know what the I is
searching for it through the eyes of others
It is the mirror in which we perceive the self
Sticky and clingy as it is
Clawing at the heels of strangers
Just to feel a little bit of safety
But have I looked close enough
Who is this I rummaging around
Inside of my dozy head
Where am I
My belly feels hard and tense
Is that the I
My head feels slow and dull
Is that the I
Every inch of my body is for inspection
I close my eyes
As I scan through my being
I open my eyes and there is no I
There is no anchor point
Onto which I can cast my self
Adrift as I am
On the vast sea of existence
Forgive me
around my throat
a deep sea diver of momentary joy
Transcendance
each others skin for tell tale signs, remnants of who we once were
with those stealthy fingers
Drive
Circumstances drove us
In our banged up Buick
Cruising past suburbs
Pale sun bleached facades
Mean eyed dogs barking
Chained powerlessly in a dirt trod yard
Children’s toys strewn out across the driveway
Trees standing melancholy ready to wither
A dusty breeze
Somebody was peeping behind a curtained window
An omen?
The mind never stops talking
I notice your hands one the wheel
Sunburned, veined and strong
Your cuticles shiny white
The other between my thighs
Fingers grasping warmly upon my ivory sweaty skin
We come to a halt a red light
It gives us a short break
You turn your head towards me
Smile, ready for a kiss
The radio’s crackling an unknown country tune
Your foot pressing the speeder
As the lights change to green.
The impact was so unexpected
A flash of heat crossed my face
As we spun like a blast
The churning of metal in my ears
Scraping of asphalt
So much noise, all confused
Out of focus I turned my head
All I could see was your face
Your eyes where empty
Everything was red.
Power play
What power do we posses
Think!
Our minds demand so much
Can we liberate ourselves
Vulva
Penis
Are we enemies?
A UNION
Diversely faceted
So many orifices
So many combinationz…….
Fighting
Against each other
No matter orientation
It’s the games
Displays OF power
Neurosis becomes
Control
There is none
We, us, me , you
There is no, them
It feels so counter intuitive
How long should I wait
To let go
Reach out
Lose control
Possession is a heartbreaking illusion
We LOVE to grasp
Wanting all
There is
Nothing like kindness
Every fuck
A meeting
Every kiss
A story
Each others wish
Connected
Joined in warm breathing
Palpitating confused human being

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