all of a sudden passion suddenly

[todski28]

These lines lay like languid lovers not sure when to break lest it snap the magic illusion of connection point contact that runs through foundation base deep punctuated by naught but thought where it can't be seperated into coherence or structured by rules or laws that bind ties that wind round wrist lick like lips dip in a trick bag that excites erotic entice raw like wine slammed from bottle to mouth a cup full of promises pricked unzipped in fast forward flung collision pearl white hard drag rake neck in red line gasps tounge on collarbone clawed hands paw press pass the point of half way with no parachute to loose and break the hold of gravity draw where flaws mean less than nothing because the freefall has captured everything except the moments that pant in breathless anticipation of the next image of flesh of thigh or leg breast and chest hair rolled together wall pinned silhouettes synchronize to be one

 

[pensivepoet]

I was running along as fast as i could, todski, to catch up but i tripped halfway through and got runned over when it lapped me.

 

[todski28]

I was running along as fast as i could, todski, to catch up but i tripped halfway through and got runned over when it lapped me.

Sorry pensive, this thing was an errant thought and something I hope to be able to turn into a seperate thread for educational type purposes. Have to get my thoughts together first to make sure it's going to work out the way I hope, also have to find time.

 

[todski28]

The crunch as shovel tastes roots
grown wild restless, vibrant green
cover sprawl cut with sweat that beads
in each stroke to expose raw earth
smells of dirt that clings to boots

twigs and leaves gathered
by giggle shine tiny hands
to start a spark of night time
gather, twigs piled with laughter
smiles as paper placed in place
struck with promise of life
that consumes in Orange flicker

it beguiles like a woman dressed to tease
a man's mind from thought
sit and stare as it dances smoke rings
tastes of melted marshmallow
caramel crisp
and her head on my shoulder
warms my heart as the light warms my face
too much champagne has her a little loose
lipped
as she takes my mouth with hers

sweet and heat
sticks turn to stumps
and we back off lest we burn
hands held
enjoying the dance of darkness

 

[todski28]

How the rain and gloom changes the mood
sombre dark that speaks of ancient pasts
when bleak and black were danger
to hide huddled in a hovel
caveman cromagnon intellect
that over powers sense reason and science
where preservation is the only instinct
that is almost impossible to ignore

here I stand amidst the thunder
that rends the air and ears
the lightning flash that blinds
I stand here
wait for you in this uncertain maelstrom
because love is stupid
enough to put you before the I
that is all that I have

somehow that doesn't seem so bad
because love is a drug
that creates illusions strong enough to
tie the self into us

because love is a predator
that springs up to kill
my ability to function
logicallly

here I stand
my hovel to huddle in forgotten
until you are ok
where home is in my arms
and the flesh of my back exposed
to all so that you may be safe.

 

[champagne1982]

Nerds Like It Too

Sex is all about need though want
continually enters the equation
and subsumes the tenderness
that precedes desire.

Now blood pulses a thrum
and makes nerves hum
while flesh sweats
and muscles flex.

Heat transfers through skin -
it's physics. Pupils dilate
and blood surges away
from places not important
to this chemistry. Pheromonic
transfer stimulates glands
and somehow everything
dissolves and is biology.

 

[greenmountaineer]

Nerds Like It Too

Sex is all about need though want
continually enters the equation
and subsumes the tenderness
that precedes desire.

Now blood pulses a thrum
and makes nerves hum
while flesh sweats
and muscles flex.

Heat transfers through skin -
it's physics. Pupils dilate
and blood surges away
from places not important
to this chemistry. Pheromonic
transfer stimulates glands
and somehow everything
dissolves and is biology.

Nice! I particularly liked the way each stanza stood on its own but seguayed to the next. I was expecting an erotic explosion by the third, given the pent-up sexual energy of the second, but got instead Mr. Hanson's Bio Lab, Junior year in High School when we dissected frogs.

Clever!

 

[pensivepoet]

Clinging To Her Edge

This mountain, no climb
for old men, jesters
of the lost highway
yet the crampons I clamped
ropes were clipped,
the base camp ignored.
Onward, upward with nary
a glance down
I trod, picking the ice
dashing crevasse
dancing her slippery slopes
to her windswept song
only to reach her edge
one overhang from peak.
They say it's the journey
destination be damned
but for two long weeks
I hung in the balance
tied to a string
before swinging my axe
reaching the summit
then flying off
into
Her oblivion

 

[Trixareforkids]

Beastly Beauty

Removed

 

[todski28]

Your touch is ice,
and it's not the cold that worries
cold is a bite of frost that shivers sensation
it laps at the synapse points of contact
causing flinch reaction,

no it's not the cold of ice
it's the numb
from over exposure
even though we cling tight
I feel nothing from you
arms stop at wrists like stumps
holding nothing

 

[butters]

Your touch is ice,
and it's not the cold that worries
cold is a bite of frost that shivers sensation
it laps at the synapse points of contact
causing flinch reaction,

no it's not the cold of ice
it's the numb
from over exposure
even though we cling tight
I feel nothing from you
arms stop at wrists like stumps
holding nothing

oh. my. god!

honest to fuckin' tuesday, that's hugely powerful writing, tods. i'm in awe.

 

[todski28]

oh. my. god!

honest to fuckin' tuesday, that's hugely powerful writing, tods. i'm in awe.

Now you're just being too nice

 

[todski28]

Another friggen pot hole jostle
bounce about like a kid in a jumping castle
Frankie whines a planative keen
"shut up mutt" rasps from Tony's throat
as he slugs a mouth full of cough syrup
in overcast full late night moon time

he damn's the road's ill repair
with an arc of spit that flies
out the window
pushes on the high beams
along with the go faster pedal

sticks kick up
from under the thick tyres
unrelenting forward push
the click of stones flung
as they flick the vans
undecarriage

tight turn break creak
the dog whines again
prance foot nervous toe
on the front seat

Gears grind
as Tony two minds tries to drive
and settle Frankies fretting
with a pat of frustrated affection
the dogs mind melts as this rides
roughshod hell clack and crank
beats his submission

all he wanted was a hug
seat leap to tony's lap
ball crush distraction
drags his arm from the gears
and drags them off the curb

Clunk, squeal
sideways howl
tyre smoke
bullies the nose in acrid stench
as the van settles

the hitchhikers cries whine
like a keening dog
in midnight overcast full moon fog
as exhaust fumes splutter
like lungs that struggle to breathe.

 

[todski28]

foot prints dusted
in the spices of crushed petals
hair drapes a curtain that parts
to the delicate flesh of your neck
cuddled into the curve of my collarbone
where you whisper such dirty whoreish
romance
each step is agony personified
you puncture thoughts and deflate
reason with ridiculous ease
this walk of a thousand minutes
made into miles
heavier than atmosphere

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

To be revived by my lips
my hand on your breast
to steady the thrashing heart
that had stopped

dropped the air from lungs
the crested crash created
where it broke on hardenend shore
impaled on water polished drift wood

a gasp, inhale the scent of salt
laced fog where vision blurs
but you can feel even the water
vapours caress

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

the dull thud of work worn rubber soles
clunk on gritty tarmac
a specter of dust in each step
the wind whispers a scent of freedom
thumb up at the empty roadway
that stretches into no-when
if the sun didn't shift its lazy ass
time would stand on the tick of a metronome
tick, tick, tick

the sweat patch beneath weather
tanned leather cools as it is shifted
to the other shoulder
flies buzz incessant parasites
in the distance the sound of an engine
sings a faster way into escape
from tomorrows past

 

[todski28]

the breeze breathes a sigh
through chain link mesh
a dandelion drifts dreamless
on the seamless current
it catches in silken gossamer
coming to rest on rusted flecks
it's journey ended

 

[Angeline]

the breeze breathes a sigh
through chain link mesh
a dandelion drifts dreamless
on the seamless current
it catches in silken gossamer
coming to rest on rusted flecks
it's journey ended

I saw a stand of wild
catkins sprouting in the early
Sun. They were nodding
on the breeze dreaming
perhaps of bees or lady
bugs and butterflies
while all the mountains
greened in silent solidarity
with the morning sky and me.

 

[todski28]

the rake breaks the surface
scrapes straight lines
that drag then twist
the sun shimmers
of black ink rocks

Sand trickles as the lines arc
intersect in transient waves
that flow at the feet of buddah's image
white rocks dot the floor
shadows indent at their base

trees reach toward heaven
to be caressed by sun and rain
to sway with the breeze
leaves rustle against the sky

I stare down at cold stone
lay my head on it
and cry my goodbye
every time I think it's the last
but it still hurts and
I can't let go.

 

[todski28]

Caluna drags her feet
shuffle steps that stutter
her slippered feet mutter
a small slip, a stumble
seeking the sun
seeking spring showers
searching for a place to settle

to sink heather roots deep in the soil
to blossom red
how long a lifetime journey
that rests upon the cut of a sprig

 

[champagne1982]

Soot

I cannot reduce memory
to trite expressions
and inane sympathies.

It is not for me to mourn.
No more than to taste
the fire, to smell
the oil, and to see
only dust and ashes.

I wonder how blinded
those moments blinked
before naivety died.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[champagne1982]

Sometimes The Treatment Hurts More

My heart cannot bear another scar
or crease pressed into being
with weight of knowledge that I
do not decide your path. You must
choose and it is not for me to say
live or die. I want life to be the goal
but I don't know how hard
life can be when pain and exhaustion
are constant companions
and tomorrow only promises more.

But wait! I do! I know what it is
to stand at that brink and stare
down the black monster beckoning.
Promises of quiet subsummation
through agonies of not enough air,
of not enough peace, to lose
the now in memories of youthful
strengths and capacities.
I wish we could pretend it doesn't
exist and go on with a quick
and messy death instead of this.

A slow roll down an incline rapidly
increasing in degree so that to soon
the tumble falls to land abruptly
on a surface so hard we break.
I am not all the king's men or horses
but even if I were, I couldn't put you
back together and today, I'm not
sure I can keep me from shattering
completely. So I pray short gasps,
to whomever a non-believer prays.