Start dreaming

Start dreaming
in the parking lot
a little star shines
in my head,

running away from the crowd
songs of life hold me
from losing grip
dreams of a different way
of relating to each other

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Everybody lost something

Freckles, out of control hair,
Red cheeks, feeling unsure;

Takes my hand, soft touch,
Lipstick – smudging;

She tried to warn me,
He was just like every other boy,
But I’m always falling for somebody;

My mind snaps back,
Fingers between my legs,
This is not what I want,
Not how I imagined it would feel;

‘Stop’, I wanted to cry,
But my fate was sealed by a kiss;

Everybody lost something that day.

Desire

She liked the words
Liked to hear them spoken
With her own voice repeating
A step further at the precise moment
Slowly pursing her lips like a flower
Whispering soon she promised
To become a child again
Full of impossible gaiety
Wanting something more
Than just words

Soft as a maiden

Soft as a maiden
fair as Venus
innocence allures
dazzles like a pearl
with quick breath
her lover comes
while she talks
and laughs at him
kissing her hand
an arm snaked
around her neck
like a vision
words swelled
in her breast
his blood was hot
as he pressed
her backward
the kind words
became snarls
and he devoured
her soft flesh
until he was possessed
and her screams
meant nothing to him
just the sweet taste
of blood
to her inevitable end.

Somewhere there was a witch

Somewhere there was a witch
in the moonlight shadows fading
a female slaving over
lessons in love
emasculating men
to lose control
of their own bodies
placing pearls in his ears
while stroking his thigh

 

Men

A key penetrated the lock,
turning in humid darkness,
the ultimate masculinity
brushed his long hair from his eyes
and smiled for a fleeting moment,
before the shadow passed
and he plunged into me again.

Daughter of nature

I was angry with myself, afterwards
Nude unconscious nymph, said I
Feeling eyelashes moisten tentatively
Flushed with colour, damp hair
Sweat soaked sheets, sighs
Now more womanly.

Outside my body, soul
Looking up at the stars,
Daughter of nature.

She blushed, not knowing why

She blushed, not knowing why
she had sunk so low,
or looked so pretty;
woman, turning quickly
her hand being urged,
eyes filled with tears
for there is only one thing
a young man wants
around his waist —
a kiss from her lips,
undone.

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