Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

when your life depends on nectar
fear the sudden summer blizzard
that blights the bloom upon its stem
shrinks stomach, slows the wing

or make like a bison
grow hooves
shrug off nature's tantrums -
the bison has endured bleak winter's bite

 

[HarryHill]

I touched the earth today, looked at skies no longer grey,
let dreams take hands to the past, gathering.

Stone and bone passed in a circle,
Stag's horn cut before the people,
the smell of roasting flesh, laughter.

Fading with dreams, reality
return to now, open eyes see
what dreaming hands have brought to be.

 

[butters]

I touched the earth today, looked at skies no longer grey,
let dreams take hands to the past, gathering.

Stone and bone passed in a circle,
Stag's horn cut before the people,
the smell of roasting flesh, laughter.

Fading with dreams, reality
return to now, open eyes see
what dreaming hands have brought to be.

oooohhh! the things you make me see!

 

[HarryHill]

oooohhh! the things you make me see!

Dance with me, little ghostie,
'neath October's moon
gliding 'cross fields of shadows
to a wicked tune of lewd meows
sung by seven cats a howling.

 

[butters]

Dance with me, little ghostie,
'neath October's moon
gliding 'cross fields of shadows
to a wicked tune of lewd meows
sung by seven cats a howling.

like the av?

 

[HarryHill]

like the av?

I do ...

 

[HarryHill]

Take up the chisel
scribe the lines
found on the blueprint of your mind
carve, sand, polish

 

[HarryHill]

She broke my magic wand
squandered all it's power on
conjuring up hot apple pie n
squirty cream
left it bent upon the sheets
covered in crumbs, still sticky sweet
without even a tongue to lick it clean
and I
don't know if I'll ever succumb to
decadent fancies like those she's shown
on French postcards and Indian tomes
bought discreetly through a third party,
hell, I don't even own a frock

 

[HarryHill]

The box was full but now it's better
waiting now on your next letter
postage due

 

[HarryHill]

They are not chapped, torn or bruised, but
sore just the same love, and I beg you,
soothe these lips with yours.

 

[butters]

They are not chapped, torn or bruised, but
sore just the same love, and I beg you,
soothe these lips with yours.

which lips,
she murmured,
which lips?

 

[butters]

there's a freedom
like an intake of breath
in allowing oneself to be loved
as the other would love
no second-guessing
no weigh nor measure
no sense of falling short

it's not up to us
to hold the reins
to steer the wheel
just breathe out
relax
understand
for the other
we're enough

 

[HarryHill]

I've been around the words,
sailed pristine seas of stars,
voyaged past the rocks of Koth,
glimpsed the gates of hell,
lost a million things, my love,
but I've found you in my search

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[butters]

I've been around the words,
sailed pristine seas of stars,
voyaged past the rocks of Koth,
glimpsed the gates of hell,
lost a million things, my love,
but I've found you in my search

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well nowwwwww, ain't that a thing?
*packs ma jammies*

and

yay!

 

[HarryHill]

Tiffin at Ten

The mister decided
after sampling her biscuit,
licking butter n jam from his lips,
...

 

[butters]

The mister decided
after sampling her biscuit,
licking butter n jam from his lips,
...

hahahaha

you missed a bit...

 

[HarryHill]

The mister decided
after sampling her biscuit,
licking butter n jam from his lips,
...

hahahaha

you missed a bit...

Looking up to her eyes
from his point of vantage,
reaching up, tweeking a tit,
...

 

[legerdemer]

Try, try again

Dithering on a tentative path,
A poetic pentimento.
I retrace my steps, again.
Repurposed gestures,
A slow reckoning
Who goes there?

 

[butters]

closer to him
deer antler
fashioned by his hands
to touch and feel at one with his touch
and to feel as light upon my feet as dainty-stepping deer
to see the world through their gaze
scent of crisp air and warm hide in nostrils
green taste of fresh herbs, clipped grass on tongue
and soft feet now fit with shellac tips
and, when i close my eyes,
two sweet, stiff prongs spring from my brow
as i watch him
and my breath comes light
and my heart beats as if i've run for miles
and our world stands still
for a moment
out of time

 

[HarryHill]

... grey and wet here
again
the weather
I mean the weather...

She's pruning in the tub,
one toe twisting on the water spout
hands below the suds

 

[HarryHill]

A litter box is an absolute necessity
for house bound cats, but when it gets full...
it's a stinky proposition for all

 

[HarryHill]

Cold no fire is lit
under blanket my skin burns
come back to bed love

 

[butters]

Cold no fire is lit
under blanket my skin burns
come back to bed love

shamanic hands read fire that unfurls
speaks in exotic tongues
of the dance, the push
the edge
behind closed lids
there are trembles
sockets at once too loose, too tight
and the fire spreads
skin to skin
as minds burn
as smoke curls upwards
towards the milky sprawl

 

[butters]

she takes his cupped hands
and lowering pursed lips
blows across the writhing sparks
that flare, cave-fire, on the walls of his palms
eyes whisper
burn for me

 

[HarryHill]

she takes his cupped hands
and lowering pursed lips
blows across the writhing sparks
that flare, cave-fire, on the walls of his palms
eyes whisper
burn for me

ooh cave fire..

On a bed of animal skin,
bonfire blazing from the mouth
reflecting 'cross the walls of stone
bodies twisting in between
imagine you and I my love
in such a primal scene
there's fire
earthenware cup set near
bubbles