ness less rest

IF i was nude
without my clothes
wrapped in a blanket
feeling soft and thin
lying on your couch
in an industrial space
where the air is cool
but alive

if you were reading
poetry to me and i
was reading novel excerpts
between

if friends were welcomed
through the lovely living space
without any of age old appropriate hesitations

then the rains would slap
the leaded glass
surreptitiously

then the warmth between my legs
under your arms embracing

then the electric wait
before touch is over and helpless is real and beloved this moment of all that there is

then the realized infinite tenderness so palpable!

the fifth force validation so soft! loving! gentle!

so needless of words

then way out there with us in the ness ness ness less rest
ness less

be still
my memory revigorate
be kind my love
invigorate

pliable me
pliable you

light finds ways to the resting shade. it may be wondrous when it does so. non-chalant. when shadows flicker around these high walls candle lit

taper not
sweet memory

carry on bold to the next. precious life never fail! never falter! never leave! ever last

be still
be kind. let all past present future lives come together here. remarkably

anyone who still dreams
lets go of all you ever established
cherished institutionalized
yours

come read your little voice large into the clear seche vaulting expanse with us. up to the leaded glass high and ritual drumming of rain patter pitter

take off your clothes
wrap yourself in new vetements for once you are seen you are known you are you! you are loved explored like these pages these words these letters inscribed now released upon breath to honor the air

this moment these words from our bodies our ours! and forever. unsealed and exposed to the element

this is now magick. catch fire and cooled by the brick

erotiKa #88

not many miles of land
stand between
us

covered before long
from hong kong
with autonomy

then all unravels
in a strand of dna
plucked up from
the sand

the discovery
brazen
without age
phenomenal

comes the imminent
satiated

whip of six eyes caught
in mad uncovered
surprise

cracking inhibition
falls with silks
off thighs

caught off guard of breath
where imagining
dies

casualty of the cut of muscle
toned reality

and before long..
a great and burgeoning towards
finality

the whites of eyes
the cries

why my glass eye erotic

a little bluegreen
marble
microclimate
   pressured with
pumped air
rolled
      across me
                while i slept

up the rubbery
sole
between the index
and fore
toe
told

and on it rolled
up the bald peak knees
cascading view of bedsheet seas

then down the
summit
skin
line
to my triangle
flats

where the clearing
opens
to a depresdion
a sacred private land
unbeknownst
to man

kind
warm belly
soft dune to the tune of
unbuttoned
fertile ground
porous
browned by sunlight

she circled back the belly
button dropped in
to say hi
then glided effortlessly
tickling my ribs
and into the moistened
valley alive with heartbeating
underground

between my
small surrender
of breasts

my tits
my flesh
my life

still life
soft surrendered
to sleep

this small sweet rolling
sensation
to dream
cut an x game
half pipe aerial off
the bluff!

why
my eyelashes
butterflied
as the bluegreen
sensation
skated up the lip
of my chin
and three sixty
nined
divine!

landed impossibly
between my lips
where by my
sudden
surprise

why
my breath
did the rest!

flew it into my eye and
thats how i got my
glass eye