Poems of Desire
What is desire but the heart afire, and Love a vast forest willingly burning
Astral Projection
Your silhouette is forever burned
onto the inside of my eyelids.
I study your face from across the room,
across the Universe,
so that your flawless features
are branded on my soul.
Your sizzling stare
burns hunger into my heart.
The mist that is my essence
drifts across the floor,
pressing its moist ghost-mouth to yours.
Tasting your curiosity,
smelling your arousal,
feeling your quivering,
knowing your longing,
I ease back into my body;
into consciousness.
Your eyes, still staring,
tell of a knowing,
a secret,
that says I reached you.
Keeping It Simple
How tormenting
to bite My tongue;
smile a hollow smile,
and act as though we're best of friends,
yearning for her all the while.
I pine, I need,
I crave, I mourn,
yet am halfway consoled
by her graceful beauty,
that quiets My restless soul.
I'm damned to see
her halo and
her opalescent wings;
to hear angelic music
from her sweet voice as she sings.
I cannot touch
her heavenly body,
it is far too divine.
Suffice it then
to be the only One
who knows she's Mine.
Cunning Linguist
I stand three feet behind you
watching you type and
seeing that place on
your neck where
your hair stops
and your collar starts.
I want to shove
My face into it and
smell you and feel your
shivers when My hot breath
gives you goose bumps.
My mind traces
an invisible finger
around the front and
over your throat.
I can feel you swallow
when My touch makes you
catch your breath.
I am imagining your
naked, herbal-essence skin
melting under My finger.
Now, I am walking
around to the front of you;
seeing your look
of sudden surprise
and then cunning
when you realize I have
silently become naked too.
you didn't hear Me
undressing just behind you;
your constant typing
kept My secret.
But now,
the Cat's out of the bag
hehehe, so to speak.
I am a nude sculpture,
in the dark behind My eyelids,
as your hands close
around My Ivory hips.
you are pulling Me
towards you
your eyes raised to meet Mine,
then lowered again
to map out your Route.
The smirk crouching in the corners
of your mouth
reminds Me of a hungry hyena.
All I can do
is place My hands
on your shoulders,
so My knees don't betray Me.
And I stand here,
your dessert,
while you type.
Bumping into my Soul Mate
I tremble at the resemblance;
the reconnaissance
a renaissance.
The past in a glance,
a whirling dance;
hypnotic trance,
circumstance.
Memorized essence
recurring life sentence
invisible fence
present and past tense
reassemble, and hence,
again I tremble...
Irresistible
Take the tie from 'round the curtain
and let it fall to hide
the mingling of our playfulness
from the world outside.
Let not mere stranger see our bliss
nor robin spy our game,
but let My fantasies alight
on the whispering of your name.
Goddess Bless Tim Horton
Every morning on the train,
I watch her
methodically spreading
strawberry jam on her
muesli bagel
with a plastic knife.
Clenched between her thighs,
her hot
double-double awaits
its turn at her
sweet lips.
A jerk and a bump
and the lucky strawberry jam
is spread across her
already delicious palm.
I want to offer to lick it off
but it's too damned early
in the morning
to have a jam handprint
on My face.