Hands touch

 

Fingers get closer,  threads of impulse sensation loud
veins in wrists scrambling to get that blood in and out
hands close and open, elegance rules
Longing to hold something graceful

Pulse hums, artery soft surround the roar of the heart
Eyes meet initially timidness wearing off
Expression and exactly two ounces of reciprocity
Something tickles her chin

A friendly exchange breath, heat of the hands
Bones, muscle and shadow 
Eyes catch, yearning to hold
like hands do in such moments

Heartbeat drags and picks up as the mind does for memory
Silent flashes trace the curve of the palm
Hands hold fingers touch things fit
brief smiles then separation

I never disengage

 Told me to let it go
That I obsess over certain things
That I want to dive into whole
Inhabit their space

She said just drop it
I told her it wasn't in my nature
The way I desire shines like a solar corona
It clings and it moves me forward like an engine

Told me it would be a good thing to move on
I said - it is where it is, intensity of ultraviolet
These parts of me have been burned into me
Illogical, obtuse I choose what I choose

Just release -she screamed
But I'll insist on this compound longing
Manifests into some lost spirit
Now a willing disciple

Knock it off
walking on the undersides of those clouds
Upside down through dusk
Farewelling the sun, then I am summoning it's rebirth in the darkness

Once upon a Jaguar

 I sink into silence as i do into the surface watery
The forest inhales me the slow river envelopes me
tattooed by the night I growl hidden hunger
I move like rumor from village clusters

Rivers calm these bristles
Undergrowth rustles
Hunger I lick, hunger my limbs move
In the pitch black these eyes still see true

I climb into the wooded mountains
I survey it all from higher ground
My eyes scan and fall on prey
Brawn, thrust, I am away

One dash decides
If I bathe in blood tonight
My Shadow keeping speed
Moon don't betray me 

I fling my sharpened self across the forest floor
Stealth is prayer, blasphemy viscera and gore

In Agar

 Hello I am the petrie dish
I'm just waiting on the cell
Then the experiment
the crux of it all

I am transparent
Sticky and patient
Soon something will grow
I will be its container

We will form the culture
conversing with scientists eyes
thousands of entries
As something moves 

As something grows
dies or becomes stagnant

Vana nerve

 Vana the hardened
The heart has always held a gram of hatred
Not the stock standard manufactured hatred
The deadly wrathful hatred compounded many times
Her dance and her ways hoodwinking everyone

The harsh merciless resolve in her
The domineering aspect of her
The rashness and aggression
The heart containing constant burn of the sulferfire

Her orders were strict
She stripped those young men of their agency
They became tools for her
Lost their true manhood forever

True victory for her was that raising war on the gender
Until she met Liam and fell for him even as he had already given up
His inner strength shone through his sacrifice became the potent weapon
His submission became eternal power robbing the remnants of her soul

And carrying the secret of the universe with him
So even in the face of all her strength and victory
She fell broken by her own needs
Ones that Liam had discarded under obligation

Kingdom within

 Leave attachment
feel now 
I will now
 let go

 Feel my heart unclench
I the healthy child,
but held onto things. 
I let go.

Forgive the ones who hurt me
this extra energy
 administrate my own complex life
 it is not to be simple

 Love in a way that is mine to be.
 Forgive my assumptions
 build my patience and faith
give me permission 

 I open my hand
 let go of attachment
 you have graced me,
 if you see me fall- let me fall

 but give me a soft landing lord
 despite the hundred mishaps
 and bad aims and intentional bad desires
 oh bring me to myself

i will sit before me
 and pledge to let go of my attachments
 knowing tomorrow they will be at my door raving and merciless
  bless you because I know, no part of me or my existence is in vain

 otherwise I wouldn't be happy,
 and my truth is most days for most of the time,
 I enjoy and love this life fully
 reflect this joy back to me again

 like my child self smiling
 at my adult one,
 tragically unaware of what will befall him
 over the years

 but blissfully blessed
 with the flow and deeper wit of the universe.
 yes as the unpredictable wind or flash flood,
 let these good things come to pass

 let my doubt and lethargy dissolve
 with anything else toxic within
 If i could serve God and he wants in,
 he wants vitality for this adventure,

 he wants to stamp my passport for another 45 years of mischief
 come I am open.
 Come in the name of all that is holy
 let me do good work, 

 not just celebrate my own accolades.

The sensory Strom getting struck

 

On the mountain tip
Stimulation accumulates like a volcano

Rivers of molten rock rising
course toward the nipple erect
banging on every door
Jolting them, shaking hinges

This caress across the breast
ignites your ankle
My soft words inside your ear
grip and energize your hips 

I conjure a bolt of lightning through you
A hundred arousals boost and dissipate
Curve and curl through vein and muscle
Through hardnesses uninvited

Skin expresses tautness
Little sensors break through resistance
Thoughts go from inventing excuses
To justifying surrender

Rhythm thrives in the middle
Nudging and twitching sensitive nerves
Pressing in temporarily
The body prays for it to linger

But like an panicked lover it pulls out
It moves in again to reclaim 
Then perpetuates a riot of sensation.
It switches the mind and heart

Until you feel instead of think
Blown and burst over land blustery weather
Accumulating fluidity Strom quietly
Shattering like hail stones

Emotional and physical upsurge
You will swell up and give yourself over
Here is me putting every gram of my life force
Into breaking your perfect wave