Hi Ku Cat

[HarryHill]

I've been here for hours
in the quiet
with you
Love
and
I
just
had to say
anything to break
these pleasurable moments
to breathe again, exhale, blink, awaken

 

[butters]

I've been here for hours
in the quiet
with you
Love
and
I
just
had to say
anything to break
these pleasurable moments
to breathe again, exhale, blink, awaken

god, i'm so weepy today - in a good way

how i love
the fur and skin and bones of you
the gilden scales, the clockwork brain...
clockwork
that's not quite right
that image too cog-nitively precise for something more organic
fluid
pulsing with electronic sparks and waves
the wind across a river's curl
a rabbit's flank
warm updraught from an ocean's swell

there is so much to love
to try and measure is beyond me
so just open my heart
wide as can be
say 'here, the best of me'

 

[Hypoxia]

questionable mass
on my lover's chest x-ray
everything changes

 

[Piscator]

Meeoww

Ambivalent cat
purring soft in laptitude
lethal claws kneading​

 

[HarryHill]

Midnight
Pumpkin ass
sleep
..
sorry
Bad Gateway

 

[butters]

awake before the clock's hello
from dreams of robots with human hearts
(of different sizes)
and al pacino sat at the bottom of my bed
crying his heart out
where the robot had sung its dreams to him
and i was both inventor
and robot/s
in some strange experiment
that showed
people couldn't tell borg from being
until
finally
it really didn't matter
when it came to affairs of the heart

 

[butters]

bright morning, mister
wakeful puss
eyes sharp, paws soft
kneading you

 

[HarryHill]

bright morning, mister
wakeful puss
eyes sharp, paws soft
kneading you

Oooh!

 

[butters]

the ornamental cherry trees have worn their best
a cloud of bridal whites to mark your day

the sun is thinking gentle thoughts
the daffodils raise their ear trumpets to listen

a plane climbs high
a trailing tail

and over the horizon
the same sun greets you
its warm touch on your hand
carrying mine to you

 

[butters]

the air was soft today
yet not as gentle as in weeks will grow
when catkins on the pussy wil-
-low sift the greening breeze
and shy dog-violets cede sway
to more narcissistic blooms

today though
bright ivy splashed in yellow boasts
proud heads of purpled beads
whilst snowflaked on pear's slender twigs
are cups of wafered white

.
.
.
dunno, maybe 'wafered cups of white'? delicate, half transluscent petals, gently overlapping and forming tiny cups, wafer thin and the colour of fine bone china.

 

[HarryHill]

the air was soft today
yet not as gentle as in weeks will grow
when catkins on the pussy wil-
-low sift the greening breeze
and shy dog-violets cede sway
to more narcissistic blooms

today though
bright ivy splashed in yellow boasts
proud heads of purpled beads
whilst snowflaked on pear's slender twigs
are cups of wafered white

.
.
.
dunno, maybe 'wafered cups of white'? delicate, half transluscent petals, gently overlapping and forming tiny cups, wafer thin and the colour of fine bone china.

The second line bothers me, the cadence i think, also violets ...? vi o lets/vi lets
nice sibilants, plosives and pauses, wouldn't change the last but I got no reason why except it sounds better.

 

[butters]

The second line bothers me, the cadence i think, also violets ...? vi o lets/vi lets
nice sibilants, plosives and pauses, wouldn't change the last but I got no reason why except it sounds better.

yet not as gentle as in weeks will grow
but how does swapping out yet not fo not yet? could that read easier for you?
not yet as gentle as in weeks will grow
less inversion. mmmn. i think that does work better.

on that line
and shy dog vi o lets cede sway


thanks for your eyes

 

[HarryHill]

yet not as gentle as in weeks will grow
but how does swapping out yet not fo not yet? could that read easier for you?
not yet as gentle as in weeks will grow
less inversion. mmmn. i think that does work better.

on that line
and shy dog vi o lets cede sway


thanks for your eyes

..
yet not gentle as in weeks will grow ?

 

[butters]

..
yet not gentle as in weeks will grow ?

that *nods*
how did i miss there were 2 'as' so close together? duh

 

[HarryHill]

that *nods*
how did i miss there were 2 'as' so close together? duh

Dunno, I'm still looking, I need to write soon, feeling that tickle although no words have shown their ghostly fingers, got a nice comment on CM not too long ago at the end of chapter 13

03/02/15
rarely...
have I been so captivated by the written word. Such exquisite sensations to have leaping from the page...
My thanks for your time and gift!

I need to get an external hard drive to back up my files, I keep forgetting

 

[butters]

Dunno, I'm still looking, I need to write soon, feeling that tickle although no words have shown their ghostly fingers, got a nice comment on CM not too long ago at the end of chapter 13




I need to get an external hard drive to back up my files, I keep forgetting

when it's ready, you'll be flying

yep, well-deserved comment. your writing touches people, finger on their hearts.

do it! you never know when your pc could fail.

 

[butters]

last tinker and submitted

cusp

the air is soft today

not yet gentle as in weeks will grow
when catkins on the pussy wil-
-low sift the greening breeze
and shy dog-violets cede sway
to more narcissistic blooms

today though
bright ivy splashed in yellow boasts
proud heads of purpled beads
whilst snowflaked on pear's slender twigs
are cups of wafered white

 

[HarryHill]

Pressed between two warm hands
lips explore metallic folds
blow me baby
blow me slow
make me moan
make me squeel

 

[HarryHill]

Pressed between two warm hands
lips explore metallic folds
blow me baby
blow me slow
make me moan
make me squeel

Clumsy oaf
..
I've yet to find the song of her
Clair de loon is not her tune
I've finally found a scale that plays,
G au natural, n'es't pa, cher'?
Do Re Me and so on then down
Me Re do I blow, she's getting warm,
my tongue's getting numb
come on, baby
come on,
come

 

[butters]

don't get a sore tongue

metallic mistress hums a bluesy tone
jazzy warmth cajoled by lips
that slip n slide her cherry sides
proving age/experience combined
still make that low sweet music

 

[butters]

she flows to him
languid in the heat of hunger
the bruise of her softness
swallows him whole

smiles dance on the soles of her feet
thunderheads lean, brew lightning
rivers of grass ripple
till he tastes all colours

sensory overload
trees twine in his head
root and branch
breach the shell of their skulls

breath grown paper-thin
lust - the peeling of their bark
the shedding of curled leaves
the joyous exaltation of love made
flesh, mind, heart

 

[HarryHill]

she flows to him
languid in the heat of hunger
the bruise of her softness
swallows him whole

smiles dance on the soles of her feet
thunderheads lean, brew lightning
rivers of grass ripple
till he tastes all colours

sensory overload
trees twine in his head
root and branch
breach the shell of their skulls

breath grown paper-thin
lust - the peeling of their bark
the shedding of curled leaves
the joyous exaltation of love made
flesh, mind, heart

You've done something since I saw it last night
or maybe not, seems fresh every time I read it. I think I would like to...

Lie on a blanket beneath the Bradford,
head nested in your lap
stare up at my heaven while you
feed me grapes and poetry

 

[butters]

You've done something since I saw it last night
or maybe not, seems fresh every time I read it. I think I would like to...

Lie on a blanket beneath the Bradford,
head nested in your lap
stare up at my heaven while you
feed me grapes and poetry

took some ings off, split it into 4 parts, that's all

you mean you'd evict the white monster from his favourite lair?

it's a date
well
a grape
right?
right

 

[HarryHill]

took some ings off, split it into 4 parts, that's all

you mean you'd evict the white monster from his favourite lair?

it's a date
well
a grape
right?
right

..
Morning Missus, here's some kisses
snatched from fitful dreams where
I still limp, but, my cocks the size of a Clydesdale
and my tongue...

 

[butters]

..
Morning Missus, here's some kisses
snatched from fitful dreams where
I still limp, but, my cocks the size of a Clydesdale
and my tongue...

with a cock of the size fit for horses
you'd best choose a mare fit for courses
and don't steeple chase
or disaster en-race
as physics collides with your forces