My blood is the ink
there are sensual demons
in you eyes
they want to write...
Kissing
I tremble
I hold on to my soul
at the edge of my lip
at the tip of my tongue
I faint …my opium
Shipwrecks in the clouds
Sirens making love to sailors in the grass
Their green tails shimmering in the sun
I’m so naked under this skin
I’m too young to die of love
Chasing fireflies in your back yard garden of Eden
You are naked and warm
I drink the drops rolling on your chin
Nature is cruel to have made you so beautiful
You wrap your vines around me
tickle me with your blue wings
Your tongue steals my voice
I can hear flutes silencing the birds
Oh, the longing glances
of the beautiful predators
the deep sounds of their breathing
Before we fade into emptiness of words
darken into hollow sadness
stiffen in the decapitated medusa stare
let us disturb the universe once more
shamelessly
Sink your teeth into the flesh of life
Pull my chain, rip my heart
dip your voice into me
Promise me deep dark secrets
We live in a wet dream
Flooded, soaked, mellowed
We don’t need to be anything at all
The concrete monsters of the city melt
The eyes that follow our every move dissolve
The snakes that bite us fall
in ecstasy of our sweet blood
We are naked
The hummingbirds feed upon
Our succulent tongues entwined
Self -portrait
28 comments:
It must be beautiful to be such an orgasmic being.
Yeah, with feathers in your lungs and little pink fishes in you womb, in constant floating...it's magical, Constantine :*
It is the nature of paradise, whether it be Eden or the Amazonas, to enjoy eating itself. Everything consumes and relishes being consumed. All life here grows, climbs, shoots forth, drips its nectar, its sweat, its saps and sweet resins, onto the silently-waiting forest floor. You do not walk through such an Eden. You slice the thick and sticky air ahead of you with the long knife of your thoughts, carving a mind-path through the roping vines and bromeliads, probing the invisible pathways like the questing tongues of hummingbirds that, a quarter of a second, or a hour, or a century later will be followed by the machete's smooth blade. Whom do you seek here? Whom do you expect to encounter in this green anarchy? Eve? An angel in serpent form? God? None of these, surely. Here, inside the unmapped wilderness of your own body, you will meet only yourself.
Breathtaking, David! You who are lost here, this is your garden. I have admired the way you write for so long, you are such an inspiration to me. Sublime.
Thank you, Natasa! But of course without your own passage of writing here, mine would have found no existence. And yes, sometimes I feel lost, but never here! :)
I often quote this but suits this occasion again:) "Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!" He picked a ranunculus which gently swayed its golden head above the grass beside him, and with infinite delicacy, slowly and amorously, he turned it between his fat red fingers, from which the dried blood scaled off in places: "Isn't it adorable?" he repeated, looking at it. "It's so little, so fragile, and besides, it's all of nature; all the beauty and power of nature. It contains the world. A puny and relentless organism which goes straight to the goal of its desire! Ah, milady, flowers do not indulge in sentiment. They indulge in passion, nothing but passion. And they make love all the time, and in every fashion. They think of nothing else; and how right they are! Perverse? Because they obey the only law of life; because they are satisfied with the only need of life, which is love? But consider, milady, the flower is only a reproductive organ. Is there anything healthier, stronger, or more beautiful than that? These marvelous petals, those silks, these velvets... these soft, supple, and caressing materials are the curtains of the alcove, the draperies of the bridal chamber, the perfumed bed where they unite, where they pass their ephemeral and immortal life, swooning with love. What an admirable example for us!"
Thank you again! Yes, it'all true. The flora, were they to be more human in form (and many actually are of course) would require any botanical garden hothouse to be 'x' rated! I speak from experience: the Amazon oozes eroticism - and I am actually talking about the vegetation!
It's how I understand the spirituality in nature within the power of the erotic :)
Perfectly expressed. The one flows into the other. Nature does not recognise the divisions which we create. Sacred, secular, spiritual, carnal, are all a continuum
I always was fascinated how the soul manifests and it always seem to be creating out of unity
I think that 'unity' - or at least the sense of it - is our longing for what we feel to be a previous state. Our lives here are always a kind of separation from something. We don't know what that something actually is, but I think our soul does. It is a yearning
Your words breathe with life. The longing, absolutely so
........and its only a Tuesday evening
yeah, but I'm Gabriella, every day cooking, and cleaning and doing laundry,baking and bathing...roof-climbing and lovemaking :)
Our succulent tongues entwined... nice :)
Kisses, Mario. I could not think of a more amazing act in nature
tak miłość nie zna granic,szalone są wezwania ,,miłości",,,
Yes, Henryk, and it is crazy :) Nice to see you here. Kisses
I wish I had a harem of beasts.
I love animals :) This is a very dirty thing to say , you know :P
An army of monstrous creatures. Otherworldly and powerful and overwhelming to behold. Their blood boils with lust and wrath.
I love it when you think with your beast :) Its hot, just, fair and dangerous :**
Ripped flesh, orgasm, death.
Ah, all the good things :) that engage us, great tragedy that moves this apathy frozen world to fight for life
I came here this night...in need...I sought you and your words...no...your essence of being...for comfort and refuge~ For reassurance in this strange world void of magic and musicality~ How strangely ironic that in this moment of gentle pain...this delicate piercing...I thought of you whom I should only know so little and yet have come to know so much~ The gravity between us reverses within its own magnetism and we somehow become weightless amidst a world of thorns and anchors~ "Nature is cruel to have made YOU so beautiful...your tongue steals my voice" and yet, I thank you for your boldness to express...to be what so few women dare to live...if only that I may not feel such an anomaly~
Oh, thank you beautiful enchantress, your magic makes me dizzy, Im totally addicted and sweetly enslaved by your powers :*
An opulent treasure beyond my powers to describe. Author, author
:) Thank you, Sweet Steppenwolf, your kind words are priceless to me.
These are little expressions I try to save from facebook
Kisses
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