So Sensuous

The kiss of the warm sun

On my upturned face

The sound of far-off laughter

Husky and intimate

The shape of my name

On someone's lips

The threat and raw power

In a handshake grip

So sensuous.

The caress of a breeze's fingers

In my hair

A struggling girl

With her flying dress

Eyes full of sweet promise,

A face in the throng

A man humming a tune

Including me and everyone else in his love song

So sensuous.

The touch of a rain drop

On my neck

Both wanting to be together,

A drenched boy, a girl under a deck

Rippling muscles under a wet shirt

The rain igniting its own thirst

Hot coffee, the time seemed right

Burns my tongue, a love bite

So sensuous.

The weight of the blanket

When I'm half asleep

A cover for thoughts

That run too deep

Half-asleep thoughts that melt into dream

You and me, much more than we've ever been

A half smile, a sweaty sheen

A shameless stretch, from dream reality wean

So sensuous

The steam in the shower

Making one the water and my skin

On my back, wet hair

Teasing me with memories of inexistent stints

Clothes, my friends

Cracking jokes, embracing me

Black kohl

Arrogantly demanding promiscuity

So sensuous.

A clock's tick tock

Keeping pace with my heart

A shared smile

A signal across the room, far apart

Catching a stranger's eye

Holding his gaze a moment longer than ordinarily

A girl with no paper

Writing on her arms so daintily

So sensuous.

Rain

Wash away the cobwebs

Of disappointments

From the walls of my harried mind

Or wash me away

To a fresh new river

New loves, one of their kind

Keep me up

In the middle of the night

To watch you caress the world

When I'm alone and dry

Or call my name

In thunder

Wink at me

In lightning

I'll come into your cold arms

Make me smile

Take a moment

From things I should do

Make me pine

At a window

For feelings I had to forego

Give me a reason

To have a much-needed conversation

With myself

If you won't listen

Let me advise one me

To pick at the cobwebs

One by one, myself

At the cost of your life, keep falling

Keep me awake

My Pet

So sexy, in bed a wild cat

So trusting, little doormat

So loving, your tail wags

Pouting, you never cease to nag

Multicoloured feathers

I proudly display you on my arm

Dark pleasures

Cozy nights, morning alarm

Talking parrot

You rarely make sense

Crouching, ready

Muscles, hot and tense

My pretty doll

On your chin a cleft

I miss you most

When it's been a week since with you I slept

My love, my slave

My dessert, my little pet.

Pieces Of My Day

That capricious piece of green cloth

Teasingly plays on my shoulders

Threatens to fly off

To tease a stranger

To caress another face in the crowd

Or the back of a chair

Refuses to let me in peace

In its carelessness, commands me to be careful.

That piece of white paper

Borrowed in jest from a trouser pocket

Now lays on ashes of friendly cigarettes

Kissed by black ink

As my mind talks to itself,

Around me loved voices

And faces framed in smoke

The green darkness

Of a familiar old cloak, my favourite place.

That snatch of banter

A few lines of an unfamiliar song,

Face, a combination of so many emotions

Expressions, contradicting the everyday words they utter

Eyes, so earnest, vulnerable, wanting

Mocking the camouflage of everyday complacence

So open in this moment,

I catch a stranger's eye, he won't hold my stare

These pieces, pieces of my day

So incomplete,

Leave a sweet void in my consciousness

A void that awaits the next day

And it's pieces.

Red Lipstick

A garish scar of femininity

On my otherwise docile face, a taunt.

My confidence

A mockery

Of the person I'm not.

An invitation, an intimacy

A rebellion, a warning

A declaration of individuality

A confession of weakness

A license to be wanton

An assumption of sophistication

No reason to take you,

A reason to forsake you.

Rosiness of satiated passion

Bleeding of hopes

Happiness of true love

Hopelessness of a whore.

An Ode To That Wile Harlot - Navy Cut

I crave you.

Everyone told me you would be the death of me

But you've embroidered death into a fantasy.

Everyone told me you are cheap

That you could be had by any excuse for a man.

But a moment of lust is stronger than a lifetime's wisdom

I proved to myself this timeless truth

So here I am

With a light in my hand

I crave you.

 I have had others when you were not around

Not that you asked for loyalty

Not that you deserve it

There were classic beauties,

Mild maidens,

Glamorous black princesses...

Yet it is you I crave

You in your cheap white cotton dress,

The vulgarity of your breath

The ferocity of your hot amateur lovemaking...

Oh how you feel in my mouth

You engulf my mind in smoke

A fire burns me down, down to my guts...

 Can't give you up

And the laughter on your angry orange lips says you know it

You throw your power in my face

I throw you out

Take you back

You shameless urchin, you smilingly come back

Come back to kill me

Come...

I crave you.

Tell Me It's Easy

You sell yourself

Not for money, but to hide

You hide yourself, hide your beauty from me

You've killed it now

And yet you smile your dilute smile

How do you do it?

You tell me it's easy.

You are the personification of denial

Yet you nervously claim to be thankful

You say you do it for me,

That I should do it for you

But I'm not happy,

And you are hysterical

Why should we do it?

You say, Because it's easy.

Now you've smothered yourself to death

The poison is bleeding out

As you swelter in your own blood,

I beg for a final answer

That tired smile again

You tell me it was the only way

And so, it was easy.

To this day I stumble on

Like a bewildered child

Fighting with everyone,

Fighting for everything

I haven't smiled for so long

But I have laughed so much

And I look for you

You're dead, you're not coming back

And yet I wait for you to live

You think it's easy?

It's not... But I need to live.