To my Khaleesi….

I want to feel your breath against my neck

Blowing air kisses

Stealing my own breath

I want to feel your hands caressing my cheek

Unwittingly yet skillfully unknotting my mind

Pushing aside the drapes of my darkness

Inviting the baby of mischief clinging to my ribcage to come out and play

I want to look into your eyes

Those brown galaxies you walk with

Those eyes that remind me of starry nights and twinkling stars

Eyes that see my soul

Dust and all

And still they weaken my knees

Eyes that reached in and stole my heart

I want to taste those lips

Those full

luscious

Tantalizing

And oh so heavenly inviting lips

Lips that wove a basket of word poetry

That calmed my heart and breastfed my confidence

Lips that cover a mouth that sucked

All the worries and doubts out of my mind

Lips that kisses my skin and conceived

Lustful aching and longing from my groin

Lips that kiss so tender yet so consumingly

My brain goes for a stroll and I forget to breathe.

I want to feel your skin

Supple, dark and beautiful

Skin that has current

Electric current that fans my passions

And sets aflame the fires of longing and protectiveness

Skin that charges my blood

And draws its path with goosebumps on my skin

I want to touch those curves

Curves I need to clip the apex to go round

Curves that cornered me into submission

You’d already won the battle and you didn’t know

Taking the mallet of your physique

Smashing into my primal desires

And slapping my face with it

But most of all

I want to converse with your mind and make love with your heart

That mind that is so witty

So brilliant and so knowledgeable

I admit it

You’re smarter than I am in more ways than I can count

No ifs,

No buts

Its the most attractive thing about you

Your heart comes second

So gentle

Caring

Kind

Warm

Loving

Generous

Inspiring

Its so amazing how such a small thing

Can be so large

So large you made room for me and my woeful ness

My imperfections, warts and all

You stole my heart and locked it in yours

This you know

But all the more

You’re a queen

My queen

You’re the suits to my Barney Stinson

The melody on my heartstrings

The cheese to my pizza

The khaleesi of my dragon

Breaker of my pain

Pearl of beauty

Mother of all that is beautiful and true

Slice me with your smile, I am your bread

Sip me from your glass, I’m your mojito

Iron me with your love, I am your blouse

Mop me with your brilliance and charm, I am your floor

Roast me on the flames and savagery of your wit, I am your goat ribs.

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Storm.

I sit and watch the tumble weed

Stampeding patiently across the street

The town used to be full

Children playing hide n seek

Cars inching across the tarmac

Sellers flaunting wares

Couples walking in pairs

Flowers and leaves dancing in the breeze to unheard music

But that was then

And this is now

Then the storm happened

It battered the town and shook the houses

Broke windows and fell trees

And there I was rushing home

Trying to beat the impending doom

Running and falling

Trying to reach home

And the storm raced before me

Battered and shook

Howling and stomping

And shattered our windows

The townspeople fled

All the same night

While I begged them to stay

The little child down the street was last

Wiping tears and dust

The thunder laughed

The lightning took a picture

All said, all done

Beside the house I sit

Watching for the storm

Praying you come back.

Its Not What It Seems…. 2

Skin prickling

Heat stifling

Sweat ejaculated from my skin

A kerchief to wipe away my doubts

And a best man to steady my stance

Oggling eyes

A sea of white 

With a dash of red

That’s my uncle

Probably stoned

An uneasy fart snakes down

Silence! My arrogant master

Don’t dare to make your presence known

Lest my bride to be wrinkles her nose

Messing and wrinkling

Cringing in spite of you

Enter the fanfare

Glorious copulating notes 

Serenading her tender footsteps

Veiling her virgin smile 

Her train behind 

Her Pa’ beside

Ma tearing softly 

Unseemingly

Silently in a haze

My mind in phase

The drums of my ancestors

Thumping

Gyrating in my chest

Doom

Doom

Doom

Doom

I can hear my pulse in my brain

A troubling thought

Ah,  this fart is such a pain (side laugh

She’s almost close enough 

Just near enough to taste her cologne

Mind to caress her skin

Hands to feel her aura

My shoulders drop

Accentuating my still deflated chest

She’s here

“Shhhh”

“Don’t say it out loud, you pest! “

Hand in mine

Heart entwines 

Veil up

Pulse drops

That smile

That oh so delicious smile

Hmmn

I wonder if it can be served with tea

Perhaps a side of eggs…

A muffled screech

“Stop it I say ! “

Her nose twitches

The strain in my cleft itches

If this dam breaks, 

The audience will be in stitches

Stop! 

Everybody, just STOP! 

HE’S MINE

silence is never as loud

Never as defeaning

As when caressed by awkwardness

The dam breaks

As a kite flutters violently in a hurricane 

My coat tails shudder

The ghastly gust

As damning winds passed

Ripping through the succulent silence

As tear in the pants

When you fall in public

She turns to me

Venom spitting forth from her eyes

“Its… Its Not What It Seems… “



~Stick around for the ending………

I Spooned Creativity

I embraced the warmth of creativity 
Suckled it

Tasted its breast

Let its invigorating milk of expression flow into me

I cuddled in the warmth of its arms

Let it spoon me

Engulf my mind with thoughts unknown

Stared into its dazzling eyes

Sipped the sweet nectar

That oh so sweet nectar of its freedom
I made love to its sensuality

Let it caress my mind, oh yes, creativity 

The art of of its beauty 

And the beauty of its art

Intermingling

Making beast of two backs within me

Life is clear as should be

I was once blind

The cobwebs in my eyes are cleared

Now I see

With expressions

I birthed impressions

Into this world bring contemplations 

Believe me

I let it ejaculate

And the words leapt to the page

The run so freely

Just so you can understand this

I beseech thee’s’

I’m but a sword sheathed in Orion’s belt

Straight to the Pleiades of your mind I’m loosed

Run and and majestically battle

Like centaurs before me

Avoid oh Scorpio’s sting

Dance alongside Capricorn’s being

And by Pisces drink
I birthed creativity’s child

Swathed her in flowing robes golden

Drenched her in words flowing

Quenched her in milk, bold and 

Fed her from the springs of observing

Pitter patter, pitter patter

Its the officers,  hurry, scatter! 

Pitter patter, pitter patter, 

You can be an artist, it doesn’t matter, 

But so they said as I write quietly by

Plato watching the moon, 

Galileo seeing the sun he swoons,

Bend ideas and free minds

In a world of bondage and mental slavery

Take here creativity, be her wife

Show us what you see

Treat us, be kind.