FIT

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Alien, erotic, female, love, male, philosophical, poem, Poet, poetry, poststructuralist, science fiction, sexual symbolism, touch, Twist in the tail, Universe, wordplay

FIT

there is an alien species
swarming in my bed

their queen
whispering sweet
alien nothings
in my ear

telling me that
we are
made for each
other

her wings
are enough to carry me

and that, in spite
of the tricky
linguistic differences

we are
a perfect fit

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OVERDOSE

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comic, erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

OVERDOSE

I want to overdose on that drug
where I dream of you

and we are
unashamed lovers, know
every inch of each other’s bodies
like we have a
satellite map

that would be good too:
making love in
zero gravity:

docking, undocking

yes, Houston

we have you
about to
enter orbit

confidence is
sky (pink
alien sky)
high.

GLUTTON FOR STRAWBERRIES

Tags

erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

GLUTTON FOR STRAWBERRIES

she is a
glutton
for strawberries

strawberry
milkshake and
poems full
of strawberries

my pen
cannot write them, my
fingers cannot
type them
fast enough

I beseech her:
think of every strawberry as a thing
exquisite
like your eyes
like the
rest

and time as a thing to
drizzle slowly over each of these
succulent creations-in-red/
red creations

like melting chocolate
like thick
patient drawn-out
cream

and then
we will be on the same page
on and in
same everything together

(pride in my work
my deepest deadly sin)

THE GREAT STRAWBERRY DIALECTIC

Tags

erotic, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

THE GREAT STRAWBERRY DIALECTIC

let us not argue
over who
gets the last
strawberry

let us simply
divide it
down the
middle

you get to
eat both halves
if I get
to divide
myself

into
you

THE TOUCH

Tags

love, poem, poetry, touch

THE TOUCH

you cannot say a
touch

gainsay it, second-
guess it

it speaks without words
connects, is transformative

the words pouring out my mouth
beginning to stumble
but I am
still on track, will
still find all it is
I wanted to tell you

even though
with the
touch

there is a poem
hurtling down the line
it has no rails
would break every rule

it is just full
of the suddenness of
your mouth, your skin
your eyes

my very first
love poem
for you
traveling at light-speed

just one
touch but
it went

very deep
indeed

SIT YOURSELF DOWN

Tags

connection, poem, poetry, Universe, writing

“To win the war
caused by pain,” (Beyoncé)

sit yourself down
and let me
tell you
the story

the story behind
the poem

the poem
behind
the story

the woman behind
the man
behind
the
woman

behind the poem etcetera
etcetera
so many etceteras
behind each etcetera

the woman
behind it all
(beautiful etcetera, with
beautiful etcetera)
playing an all night song all night
about woman’s redemptive sexuality

so many connections
(connections within
connections) causing
chain reaction

chains breaking, slipping
falling

not in the snooker-ball atom-splitting
final fragmenting way

ON THE OTHER HAND

Tags

poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

ON THE OTHER HAND

poem is
subtext

nothing is
what it seems

I may
try

to seduce you
with
words

but it is all
fantasy
fable

on the other
hand

(yes, your gorgeous
tapering-
fingered hand)

it just might
not be

CONTROL

Tags

poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

CONTROL

I have control
perfect control

all I need to do
is flick a switch
in my head

turn
a dial

up
way up

down
way down

I can jump from
Defcon 1 to 5
5 to 1 in
an eye blink

in a single blink
of your
beautiful eye

go
rags to
riches

ice to
fire

whatever it is
you might require

finding something in me
you did not expect.

TALKING RODIN

Tags

poem, poetry

TALKING RODIN

you wanted to
model yourself
on me

thanks for
the flattery

but would prefer it
if you would
help to
mold me
whilst I’m
doing my
level creative
best
to mold you

as single sculptures go
the best we
two can do.

THE WHOLE SUMPTUOUS LOT

Tags

poem, poetry, satire

THE WHOLE SUMPTUOUS LOT

experienced your poem
a real smorgasbord
for the senses

tables straining under
the load
(prop up
that caesura coz
the line is buckling!)

and we
so impressed

until a devil
(and there is
always one on duty for
each such occasion)
said “Hi”
slid by

asked if we
had actually tasted, sneered
and scoffed

swore it
was all

wax
and paste
and cardboard

the whole
sumptuous lot