mirror will be washed

[annaswirls]

I Found It! being as small by 2Rivers 3/21/04

being as small
by 2rivers © (aka the fucking genius)


mirror will be washed
soon as need to see
real
what is here and behind
in front eventually

a mirror is time travel
not space
best silvered glass, water too
sky below, self above
all as bottomless, next to each other
(viewing hint: tip head slightly)

swimming in the untouchable
long as wide pool
deep as shallow heaven

3/21/04

 

[Sibilaire]

-2Rivers- smithpeter- air2o- oxalis- Palau- svelt walker-

*posted as easy reference so I do not have to search every time*

 

[Sibilaire]

parts of speech by sveltwalker 01/29/04

parts of speech
by svelte walker ©

I lost you
on the trip across the bay,
while four smart lean boys and one Lady
referred to your body,
about your stature
their admiration
their smutty mouths lubricated,
fast, sour and more interesting
to you
after each
soft sample of Bitch spit

your swallow tail skirt,
the slim slit I requested waves free
in the wind
down your left outer
silver stocking thigh
black against gray sky

smooth gentlemanly carnivores
with forceful manners
hold me, svelte companion down
to slat wood bench bolted
to wave slapped deck
as
My love descends,
curiosity drives her below,

inner thighs are darker
she learns, deep in hold
with Lady always small cap
tight to skull
shaved here and there
unable to tell all
in the dim and soon
eye closed suggestions
voluntary, relaxed, goose bumped
needing muscle supported
back
tipping
without fear of falling
too deep
so luscious fucking deep

 

[annaswirls]

very near that point svelt walker 2/14/04

very near that point
by svelte walker ©


What are you wearing?
did I buy it
is it silky
will it slide so easy aside
?use two hands

remember our romantic fantasies
the talk and spank playful
at first, eventual rude recreation
the very tip of orgasm denied
?use two hands

your so fuschia lips
purple black lips, licorice tongue
your ho-made smoke twists
I eat, on fingers and toes
?use two hands

begging baldness
massage my thin scalp
pull back and snap
give a proper organic sip
?grab my jaw and shove

2/14/04

 

[Sibilaire]

OoOo svelt walker 4/12/04

0o0o
svelt walker


plain torn cotton
southern wet edge

sit, be quiet
flow below

let the twist
turquoise wrist

girly girl
open a club

for one
member alone

for four members
allow peek and rub

4/12/04

 

[Sibilaire]

all that night by svelt walker 1-13-04

all that night
svelt walker-

tongued three times, two places
months later the sting comes back
forgetting whose idea the plastic sheet was
the oil warmed over flame

there was a circle on the ceiling
like a hole for climbing up into
but stay below with the heat of hands
holding then drop and tease

music comes to them, their sway and blue
moves allow touch, pulling
kind caress with little suck bites
trying to sound most like cozy purring kittens

merlot and shrimp dragged
up six shaved legs to natural bowls
each issues a toast to pass
each moment by inch staccato inch


1/13/04

 

[Sibilaire]

ass is precipice, fucker by svelt walker 4/12/04

ass is precipice, fucker
svelt walker

foolish and hooded, no peeking,
only you are allowed to speak, moan,
grind teeth
hold it like a rifle stock
thumb passes over moist tip
sure enough real, fleshy, firmness
supplied by warm red blood
from strong male heart
you hear
head pressed against pounding chest
moments before his best
his holstering into your sheath
the feel of his length
up from your gut
to the back of your throat
so big and gentle
for the moments before his best heave,
please, leave nail cuts
across his muscled shoulders
buttocks
torso pumping prime

roll over
hug yellow satin pillow
tender the space
left to fuck
creamy crack
this young athletic meat
and dairy
till all men
old or young
gray or lightly browned
bleach white or black as elephant ear mushroom
upon festive plate
begin to resemble Sargasso Eel
lips to tail
tasty eats, such uncompromised
delicacy this limber reckless boy’s
tendril pound, wrap
smeared and oiled and panting,
saddled, barbed arrow wind, lost reins surging
over rocky rhinoceros horned cliff
push
push
push some more again, again, fucker


4/12/04

 

[annaswirls]

button says compose by svelt walker 4/21/04

button says compose
svelt walker ©

while thinking of a man's cock falling
half way to heaven
pointing bashful
uninvited liberation, soon ingested
saliva floated smiling face with solitary commitment to moment.

shovels would not do as good
nor front tines in this dirt
so rich in life and heat and enzymes
marked for the reliable clay steady moment
uncalled for, unexpected, delicious;

-strangers tanging it up-

never ever meeting again

till same excursion to shop, lounge, public restroom hardly SOUNDPROOF!
Inner-sate circle looping perfect roundness
switch between tight cars, sunroof and walking tours
behind rocks
called for muffled cries injected into bare arm
self hickey breath around,
salty self toothy feast,
relish in the marks

4/21/04

 

[SeattleRain]

Intro to Operetta by svelte walker © 2/29/04

Intro to Operetta
~svelt walker ©

lightning flashes-
kettle drums rumble
unknown character says-

I didn’t do it!
It was gravity grabbed your ass!

a fade, voice from behind audience

the honest to goodness
right up front
right in your kissable puss
recedes,
I want you again
again, repeat recede
so we may recur once more
shhhh, again

narrow applause
auditorium anticipates

scene suggestions:
male dancer woman over his shoulder
held down pulled by giant ceiling fans
skirt sucked up, gorgeous dancer muscled legs
exposed,
guitar riff repeated, tom tom beat only other sound
the dark is ice, lights have gone next door to the bar.

the dance hits, band remains in the pit
improvisation is defined
love is made stage right

auditorium, room of wait, shhhhh


2/29/04

 

[annaswirls]

away away by oxalis 8-11-03

away away
by oxalis ©
any man
whom you affectionate
causes disturb

I know you
will always
regard me as great friend
but not the one
who phucks
and plucks your hysteria
to waking neighbors
policeman, his wife,
cats near and far
crouching ‘gainst mountain slope
cascading style

some wear hats adorned by village
vixens,
purring coolly like menthol
they accept the tiny tugs and primp

Little Whiskers ran off years ago
to party and enhance a compound scene
with her preconceived
notions of what a dry wooded site should be
no one knows fire so there is cuddling abundant

Whisk endures prurient torture
till a rabbit of few words says, “umph”

8-11-03

 

[annaswirls]

whose politic is clear by air2o © 5/3/04

whose politic is clear
by air2o ©

as good as clear cut cellophane
waving flag poles with nothing appended,
the wind whipped ripple missing


5/3/04

 

[annaswirls]

latent Blue by air2o © 5-3-4

latent Blue
by air2o ©


if you pull the whiskers of a cat
while it sleeps
and rub it’s tummy
and does not wake up
it feels home safe secure love

continues to dream twitch
far from pillows it sleeps upon
drifting falling from branches birds
stuffed in face, between claws, good kitty warrior
in the parade before King and Queen of all
things bright and beautiful
(human version)

 

[annaswirls]

tonight, tonight by air20 5-2-04

tonight, tonight
by air2o ©


maybe we should do some burning tonight
maybe I should do some burning tonight
under a sky wondering how lover’s sky works

embers from my fire
touch hers, dance like heat obsolete
an option forgotten
best our aura’s can do

sexy inference, she is
inventing nature again
all over again


5-2-4

 

[annaswirls]

3 poems by smithpeter 1/04/04

3 poems
by smithpeter ©
Daybreak Receptive

when placing things inside of things
could be bad spell or good
as long as atop your highest spikes
breathless, shy light barely enters

you note my relish of recline
please fulfill that wish standing
reach and extended peach outline
over my edge, allow spilling

your lips frame tongue, milk
flowing past ruby gloss,
spread your animal places
muscle me aside, drape me

all in a morning in heat
we beat leather, suck glass
breath fire, fly origami with naked arms,
you handle my hammer, you peal your bell

*

Wrenching Verse

you, permit me smell
a pink parcel containing
dainty lace thong
while musing over you

*

Sweetly Dreamt

sugar and incense, black smoke
pungent poetry too hot for
Literotica, a dash of spice
at hardwood’s edge
a twist, a drive, an arrow
feathered, tongued, grooved

1/4/4

 

[annaswirls]

codified by 2rivers © 3-8-4

codified
by 2rivers ©

codified

both our heads poke up as one
like the cutest prairie dogs
we keep saying the same things
at once in line and vapor
as our eyebrows shift
flags of curiosity
we agree without speech
”oh shut up”
”ok”
arms and legs are ribbon

 

[annaswirls]

catapults 1-4 3/21/04 and 5 3/28/04

these fell on my review day and I was left speechless
comment to be edited out

1st catapult
by oxalis ©
music against rainbows
heads lean on tearful chords
whole orchestras gather
to serenade our first ever real kiss

flags of all nations, colours from the box
of danger
very red lips, darker eyes
if sound was hue, you are incinerate

my soul
let’s quake one more time



2nd catapult
by oxalis ©
way, think again, way way over
sunk in deep
way deep beee
bop bop
scat or dance or slice the turkey long for fill clean orange migrate into long beds that’s beds long for love and conversation long and longing kiss for true orange, we eat. take a snooze-o-babe you make me want to sleep you make me want. Crazy love and saxophones in one room riff role roll spill floor. Basement magic, cobbed spider spice
below floor over night time children slumber but better sleep for this time a good time to tell you, to tell you, to trolley down the steamy tunnels left behindy after all these cold nights measured in years orange and cruelly deep meaning deep deep down.
lil villains, marimba queens and kings all sweet and mathematic, strutting down the ave.
-all guttural after this and orange-



3rd catapult
by oxalis ©
spring flower
burst
slomo crack frozen soil
in freezing rain
”go back, hide from sucking world”
get it, it’s why we born, we be sucked
into earth thing, part of cycle,
fence with greatness, die,
kiss many, be remembered, see ya, mean it


4th catapult
by oxalis ©
a plot
pristine environ
dirty filled pots
growth and germs no place
for murder, maybe many
parts disturbing distribution

arm, leg, balled eye and socket
sphincter, sphincter??
bears repeating
this Spring lovers night
along a slow moving stream
strolls a tallish lady
with her rabbitish friend

puffing on meerschaum
considering scroll of smoke
his beauty and that of companion
it is where the prowl becomes pursuit,
Inspector Bunny winks and nods




5th catapult
by oxalis ©
to make a woman dance
the way that man
made that woman dance
requires elegance.

we are lost in the juke joint
of our misgivings wicked:

it’s gray, it’s storming, it’s afternoon.
the animals are all mooing
snake and eel moo, pussy hiss

a man out of uniform
raped by lightening,
still reborn, lieutenant stripe remains
on solid shoulder, down back of left leg
barely breathing, bulging proudly

towards black boot rear laced
innocent lass bends to untie
he reveals the technique
of dance, his revolver, six slugs

she twirls his belt and ribbons
has his neck in her hands
arms flex all around him
she has him, his military ways, downed

he struggles
she does him dry
he won’t smile
if he lives through the next nights
elegantly, dry as toast, edged sand


3-21-04

 

[annaswirls]

blue jay by 2Rivers 12/25/03

blue jay
by 2rivers ©
landed on a tree branch
outside a rock and roll house
she flew away
from the people
the people perching inside
couched and merry
open mouth kissing
minor keys


12/25/03

 

[Maria2394]

To Anna


Pip made a promise
return I will,
not to worry your cute little self
as flinging around moons can take a while
tell her I said hello, she knows
and the wait is forever, and
not yet begun, have fun
little one
Pip is already home

~~~

 

[Maria2394]

sunroof naughty 1/11/04

this is my favorite of 2 rivers' work


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

sunroof naughty

by 2rivers ©
She is fast on the errand
so fast
round corners, sun, stars
milky way beating
upon our laps

black steel and tight pants
slight blue this moon
a glow
whipped centrifugals
our lean

unfasten before parking
drive till you
can not bare my left hand
causing
your-down-shift

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

damn, what a talent, hes up there spit polishing the stars with his beautiful words!!!

 

[annaswirls]

message from pip by 2rivers © 01/18/04

message from pip
by 2rivers ©
in this fantasy I have silver hair
it is not gold
it is really silver
it attracts mainly robins and breaks easily

I use the broken pieces to make space ships
they are much prettier than NASA or President Bush.
The European Space Agency is cute, but no cigar.

so, here I go to Luna and to other places not
described by President Bush in 2004

Las Vegas: great legs
Your anus: great legs just below or wherever
Hot surface of mother Sun: here we burn in hell paying for last journey
Cool surface of Mars: brief respite from Sun.

good bye
pip pip

01/18/04

(thanks Maria, I am still trying to figure out the whole pip thing! Never will I suppose!)

 

[annaswirls]

2rivers 14-10-04 (1-4)

041004
2rivers ©
the rhythm in bald naked nature
here on the edge of this stage
us writers and we readers perch on the edge of

millions

one (circle down) pair

solitary




041004.1
2rivers ©
disaster trampoline
plunge neckline, get pissed
fruit for picking, positive tips
science anxious, gravity lips

hot clips to savor, smell below

those straps, yellow restraint
not a deserving pore on my map, my skin
my holes,
pour bitchin pitcher pour fast, hard bounce



041004.2
2rivers ©
yellow, devotion, surrender
some guy and his crank
little trucks and mistletoes painted not bitten
just dancing rabid,
teeth out bumping air.

Clouds file into the room
some tempestuous gypsies let in
blessed cirrus gypsies!




041004.3
2rivers ©

touch your body

innocent early evening
dancing across carpet
soft soul,
hearing voices,
forgetting how to do poems

soft soul makes me forget
how to do anything
hard funk reminds me of

needs and laughter
the holding our imaginations are rich in
actual embrace
poems are virtual
actual is embrace
actual is touch

strong bunch of moody fools we are



041004.4
2rivers ©
sweet voice
graphic enunciation
across rail meant keep children
from tripping balcony into yard

tonight, years later
elect indoors, adored
composed of citrus and magic
sweet exhale

 

[annaswirls]

Baudelaire, Verlaine and Rimbaud by smithpeter © 08/26/02

Baudelaire, Verlaine and Rimbaud

by smithpeter ©


I dreamed in Spanish before I was born
now there is nothing to remember
except French bumps on logs

we used the humping lumps
like they were our friends
then ran away laughing
when they started to wake

in every room we passed through
there was a mist, a whisper of vapor
a hint of growth and mulch that could be tasted way back in the rear of our mouths

now we are together
sometime we will be apart
don't forget

our blood is too thin
it flows like a river
to another joint

blood brother and sister



08/26/02

 

[annaswirls]

August 5, 2002 compass headings and evening by smithpeter ©

compass headings and evening

by smithpeter ©

I wish tonight was last night
the one with all the heat
the spreading

do alarm clocks change
reality?
like a sudden change
in waking?

when fire used to feel good
when ice was the enemy
when gray was a color
not a way of life

someone reading this
knows the way of tent
stake
poles

-ignore this-
I prefer briquettes
over food scorched
by propane

 

[annaswirls]

August 4, 2002 Exploring Romp by smithpeter ©

Exploring Romp
by smithpeter ©

squinting
with effort through a slit
with choice as
my companion

you allow him to enter
your name in his mouth

I see it roll and fall out
with other things
of yours
from his face

how was the mounting
I designed?

you look happy
seeing me smile
and his shuddering shoulders.
he shook my hand

8-4-2

 

[annaswirls]

for beauty
by 2rivers ©
acute pattern of ripples
chase schooner swift
of Port A cutting
to Port B with cargo
meant for draping,
wrapping,
cinching

pulling intimate to pier
Captain calls ahoy
to lay abouts
to fetch his dear,
for his fruits of
charm and anklets
silver beam will grace
her smooth and mound

flutes, hand drums and whistlers
follow her skirts
as she moves not
stepping but swanlike
to the wharf and her single
gift of ten fingered adore,
his bow is pert and lingers
her curtsy signals an hour
of gaze, full embrace