05 Saturday Jul 2014
Tags
Cthulhu, cunnilingus, glowing green, haiku, poem, Poetry, Swamp Thing
waiting for thunder
lightning along your green tongue
kiss me here, swamp thing
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plagued by spring fever
wind parting long curling grass
licking red marsh earth
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it won’t ever end
it won’t get any better—
this need to be loved
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under all these stars
addicted to dark matter
Cthulhu, I cum
03 Thursday Jul 2014
Posted in Erotic, Illustration and art, Poetry, sonnet
≈ Comments Off on cropped marshlands
From here all the tree trunks are blackly white
against cool-copper background. These lines thrust
clear and erect into coming twilight.
How did Freud ever pass through such forests?
They’re all so palpable … phallic. For me,
walking among the oaks intoxicates.
Not all lovers are forest gods, beasties,
freaks; but they should be. Sap runs, animates
flesh, dew and clay. “I stripped off my sarong,
ran all mad-blood through the dappled down grass.
Rude horn of Pan. Gripping you with both hands
until you splattered, rose-lily, along
my chin, my palms, my hair, across my ass,”
whispered the demon of the cropped marshlands.
18 Wednesday Jun 2014
Tags
erotic poetry, finger fucking, haiku, hair salon, poem, Spoolies
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I’m spellbound, but oh a woman denied
And the hills are alive with celibate wives …
— “These Things Take Time,” The Smiths
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service with a smile
“how can I stop?” Cupid’s child,
cum and hair Spoolies
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fuck the Heart Sutra
Italian sex comedies
and Enlightenment
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first taste of delight
under the dryer, laughter
and finger fucking
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note:
Sometime in the dim 1950s hair Spoolies were, and I quote, “the hair curlers for professional pin curls.” I suspect my grandmother wore them when she went to the hair salon and let all hell lose.
18 Wednesday Jun 2014
a piece of moonlight
tongued like in a fairy tale
Cinderella’s gasp
17 Tuesday Jun 2014
Posted in Erotic, haiku, Illustration and art, Poetry
≈ Comments Off on sex slush sounds
Tags
sticky night weather
finding sister’s vibrator
under her pillow
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summer wild clover
slippery tongue, cicadas,
clit buzz, sex-slush sounds
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green moon reflected
in my absinthe glass; anise
nightmares and daydreams
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the year’s last dark moon
tomorrow our secret tryst
finally exposed …
29 Thursday May 2014
Tags
Cthulhu, fill the sky, haiku, lewd eldritch horror, poem, Poetry
Cthulhu, my love
a nameless ache fills the sky
lewd eldritch horror
29 Thursday May 2014
Tags
pulling my jeans down
your breath like a mountain breeze
wild feathered-grass parts
29 Thursday May 2014
29 Thursday May 2014
Posted in sonnet
≈ Comments Off on ham-hocks and fish
“Give them pleasure — the same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.”
— Alfred Hitchcock
To the edge of the dream he comes; barefoot,
cloven-hoof, crooked goat legs. I do not know
his name, but from his pipes and his man’s root,
a cock from hell, garbled prayer-songs grow;
like a root, a tree, a mountain, vaulting
heaven and shadowing earth. To the edge
of the dream he comes; unabashed, playing
nightmare to my dreams. Passing a stone hedge,
a street, a market where ham-hocks and fish
dangle in the window, I follow. Dream
logic says I can do nothing else. Prayer-
songs on cobbles, his clip-clop, his goatish
delight that I’m there, to hear his obscene
song, to be the dreamer to his nightmare.
20 Tuesday May 2014
lost, my childhood friend,
you and I, naked, sleeping
in the tree’s shadow
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trapped between your thigh
and the sky-blue elastic
a curl of your hair
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thinking about you
even the bee’s hum, just now
sounds libidinous
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spring delirium
suddenly the world and I
are one, drunk as fuck
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both our thighs quiver
held tight in this summer heat
rubbing and grinding
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you said, ‘I love you’
now you’re just one more shadow
stretching into dusk
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kissing your blue lips
your hair knotted with seaweed
swirling in the tide
