CONTROL

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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.

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TALKING RODIN

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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

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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

SPEAKING OF CORE TRUTH

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

SPEAKING OF CORE TRUTH

slowly work your way
into my centre

use, choose your
own verb if
you like

as you nibble, probe, feel
your way
know

that I’m
not all light, not
all darkness

but hands like yours, with
long, slim elegant fingers

deserve to
find a jewel

and (as the new physics tells us)
hoping to, expecting to strike crystal
at my core

can only mean
you will be so amply, beautifully rewarded

FOR MY SLICE OF MOON

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Water power astrological

FOR MY
SLICE OF
MOON
(for R.K.)

for my slice of Moon
your softest silk did you
provide me

and so
it continued

fort
da

rocking
and
rolling

giving
and receiving

Sun and satellite
about each other
close as
binaries, close
as Mercury

the heat
enough to
melt and

yet you
my Muse, you
my oasis

elliptical our orbits in the extreme
but when
we kiss
they will say
“eclipse”

Oh, yes, for your
regular dull sublunary
we are
talking total eclipse

RAIN

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poem, poetry, Water power astrological

RAIN

I can hear the rain
but cannot hear
your voice
in my poem

you say
you cannot hear
the rain
my voice
drowns it out

and yet
here we are
in the rain together

loving, tasting
every last drop.

IN THE WATER NOW

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Water power astrological

IN THE
WATER NOW

the time
for skimming
the waters
is over

the time
for words
that do
not say
anything
deep
has gone

open the book
on the art of
love
and take a
beautiful
leaf out of it

one where it
teaches you how
to bite
into me
give me
searing love that
burns

now you
can really taste me

love me like you learnt
from a snake, a shark,
a crocodile, piranha

so much blood
in the water now

IN THE CLAY

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

IN THE CLAY

daughter of the soil

let me mold your earth
like potter’s clay

feel how it comes to
expression
under my hands

but how should
I shape you
as gorgeous bowl
or deep amphora

or cup
perfect for my mouth

CHEMISTRY

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female, male, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Water power astrological

we have
such good chemistry

we bond, attach, react, dissolve
once we have started
there is no stopping us

our dealings are the hot exchanges
in the stars
after which we float
through space
as plasma and gases, iridescent,
beautifully spent

twin galaxies wrapped together
spiral arm around
spiral arm

and the
nuclear physics of our love-making
enough with
a single touch
to light
a city
or set it alight

the way we fuse, like sodium and
chlorine do when I taste the
sweet salt of your body
or hydrogen
falling into oxygen’s
inescapable embrace
(creature of air bubbling through
this creature
of water)

we have
chemistry
are chemistry is
this ongoing
life-love process

beyond which however having
found each other, we
decay beyond our
half-lives
simply
evaporate — are

beautiful chemistry, text-
book chemistry

but beyond this
love laboratory
are nothing
immutable

are
(sadly) no
thing at all

UNDER THE STARS

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

UNTIL THE STARS

let us make love
until we are truly exhausted

until the stars
out of empathy
fall from the sky

mimicking the fatigue
of our sated bodies
wasted by
pleasure

broken with
joy

and yet
still trying to find
the last ounce of energy to
embrace each other

one ounce of energy
whole Universe of desire