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Inspired by MrWordsWorth's structure and my own disjointed but linked thoughts

i
I swim deep in these waters
And you, the sun
I seek, fly above--
Bidding me rise and risk
Burning.

ii
Through the crackling circuitry this
Heat passes back
And forth, like friction builds and
Must release with a
Snap and a spark that stings
Relief; but then
When flesh might
Meet flesh we are
Suddenly shy.

iii
In this calmness
Serenaded by the slowed
Eddies of my thoughts, stripped of
Wanton desires, needs, anxiety
Melting away like sunscreen in the sea;
Buoyed by only my perception of me
and this place,
There is no you, and all is a smooth
White pearl.

passing the marble

A poem I wrote a bit ago, just finally recording it here. "Holding the marble" refers to a story from The Story Girl about the origins of kissing. In this case, I'm thinking of the sensation of holding in words, but passing the sense of them in the kiss.
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The last lingering kiss goodbye,
My palms ache to store the feel of
Muscled back,
Hair on chest,
Smooth curve of buttock.

Your hair is an amber wave
Of sunshine and I turn my face to its warmth.

Our lips touch again, softly once,
Then more insistent, bodies
Obeying their own siren calls
We meld into an
Arc of last longing.

The moments we spend between desire
Staring into each others' eyes are the hardest.
This marble belongs to you, love,
Come let me pass it to you.
We should not speak, lest it
Drop and shatter
Everything.

The flesh is not so weak

Ironic really, how only when
My heart is coiled in agony throes
Only when my lips bleed can I
Kiss my muse's feet with love.

This is not agony, though, this
Is manufactured parallel joy and
Angst, oh hell, yes
Because where would a poetess be
Without angst?

This is the very moment of balancing on the ridgepole
This is walking along the mountain's cliff edge, and
Feeling the exhilaration of gravity's pull.

Let us entwine today, lover,
And grapple with these tender needs
Let me salve your soul and wash your feet and
Take all of you into my mouth
And together we can cry to the dawn that she's
Come too soon, again!

And your heart beats in a thousand pockets, and
Mine on a battered tweed sleeve, but
That is not our worry, my love.
Wrap yourself around me and turn up the bass.

Partitioned

On this side of the screen
I lip read and
Look for signs
I don't expect to see but
Oh, when it looks like your semaphore
Says, 'come to me'...

But then, you were just
Stretching.

And though I could swear that
Is a beckoning it
Could just be a wave.

Your smile is so friendly
I wish I could really
Hear what
You're saying.

I must circle you

I must circle you, and
You know the reasons why:

You could be a wary rabbit,
And run.

Or a fierce badger and
Lash out.

I must circle you, keep you like the
Sun in my eye.

Keep you centred, focused
In my awareness.

If my eyes drift to the soft edges of
What could be, I might fall.

I must circle you, keep the pressure
Outward and inward equal.

Not fly away with momentum
Not get pulled into your gravity.

Keep you at the centre of my camera's track
In focus, but safely distant.

Like Pink Floyd in Pompeii, or that
Talk Talk video where they mention it.

I can only touch you across this gap.
You know why. You know why.

a kiss and then

in a moment it seems
it all whirls around me
like Alice's house of cards

all the beautiful faces I
love, have loved, will love, could love
a zoetrope around me, spinning

i'm warm, bathed in love,
washed in the beauty of it all

and yet I hunger, want a biteto taste
each apple, to collect
more, scalps of lust and hair and blood

to line my trophy case, and when
I am alone, I will roll in this and
revel.

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