SAME

Tags

body, erotic, female, harbour, poem, poetry

SAME

I wake in the night
deprived of your nakedness

need you to secure me
guide me into
your deep
safe harbour

pilot me
to your shore

or let me
just wash adrift, happy
to go where
the current
takes me

with so
much flow

your sea is
my sea

all
one ocean
connected, same.

MAENADS

Tags

classical, female, Metaphor, mythological, poem, poetry, psychoanalytical, Repression, sublimation

MAENADS

what do Maenads do
on their day off

but
cool down

cannot go around the whole day
tearing to
shreds the whole day in
celebration of
Dionysus
(Aetna and Vesuvius
could not stand comparison
with such
steaming
and smoking)

but is that not
gold
streaming out
down South,
pouring
out
of
Africa

and so it is, Aphrodite
settles back on a chais longue
(always
go French!)
taking a
bit of a break, a holiday

so many golden girls walking the streets
the sure touch of Midas
much to do
with that making

TO DECEIVE

Tags

female, loss, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

TO DECEIVE

wanted to
read you like
a book

but there were
missing pages,
no final chapter

so I decided
to write you
Ike a book

one in which
I am not
even a
character

and, as
sort-of-
antiheroine
your dialogue
disappoints, actions
flatter
to deceive

CURL

Tags

erotic, female, Humanity, love, meaning, philosophical, poem, poetry, wordplay, writing

CURL

was writing a
novel

or perhaps
a poem

when the paper
began to curl up
wickedly at
the corners

as it is with
your toes after
love-making

or with the Moon
tugging at the sea
spawning waves

barely more than ripples
higher than
small mountains

(sex and
poetry so
prone to
exaggeration)

or my hair, before it vanished,
curling asymmetrically

in the bald truth of the little
lives we living

great
metaphor can be

YOUR NOVEL

Tags

Author, female, poem, poetry, Reader

YOUR NOVEL

your novel
is a soft, gentle place
for people to
escape to

from the terrible
worlds that I create

where the only sound
is the scream
as life is
crushed in
the vice of
absolute power

the rending shriek of
metal on metal

which is
our
Universe

our home
our lives

shown in
a slightly different light

across every single page
(they number
tens of thousands)

the story ending only
when the blood runs out

INTERLOCK

Tags

Beauty, Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, Language, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, woman, wordplay, writing

INTERLOCK

let me walk you
through the procedure

no need to run
we can go so
so slowly
watch the snails
zoom past at
relative speed

no need to
use that hard Newtonian
word “velocity”
later physics Newtonian
notions of freedom,
friction and resistance
opposite and
opposing forces
will all have
their place
all have their say

speaking of which
let me talk you
through everything
devise a poetry of
delay and deferral
to celebrate
every centimeter
indulge (in measure imperial)
every square
inch of your body

I say inch, but I am of course,
measuring in circles, and ellipses
and one-sided Möbius strips
that perfectly interlock

VENUS

Tags

Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, meaning, Metaphor, poem, poetry, science fiction, Sexual, sexual symbolism, Universe, wordplay

VENUS

I licked
the outside of
the envelope

before I went
hypertext, flew
hyperdrive

down here
in the acid rain
oysters and
other mollusks
must clam shut
or get
Kentucky fried

but here we are
ruled by the Moon
in sign of Cancer
heading for
far-flung galaxy
or alternate universe

where they mix
metaphors with
gay abandon
(wholly different
laws of
physics and
sexual orientation)

where
beginnings always
meet endings or
always steadfastly refuse

here on Venus
I finally envisage
how everything comes
full circle

how you
can both
be nightmare
and my delirium of beauty
scratching for
synthesis
searching for
a theory
where circles
are indeed squared
where parallels always meet.

I licked the outside
deconstructing the inside
softest
exploration
purest research.

BUT ME

Tags

Desire, female, Muse, poem, poetry

BUT ME

my Muse is feeling
a bit tardy
and yet
nevertheless
whimsical

she asks for a
cone with cherry
under snow freeze
high as Everest

sends a
chill
down my spine

in the market for, wants, needs,
everything from me
but me

NOT WITHOUT FEELING

Tags

arrogance, BREXIT, Britain, British, comic, female, Humanity, identity, ironical, irony, loss, meaning, narcissism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, power, pride, satire, Theresa may

NOT WITHOUT FEELING

we are sad
for you Theresa
in the beef
of our British
brains

when you threw
a brick in our faces
to remind us
you were leaving

we did not know
stoicism for self
was no longer de rigeur
no our national stoicism
seemed noble
impervious to the
Other
to the pain
our self-righteous pride
had inflicted

this we said and saying
had to feel in our fresh
from the abbatoir
Christian heart of hearts

and with the quick as a flash media
on our case to
show sympathy, shed something

for this obsolete, water-holed battlecruiser sinking,
scuttling herself in excruciating public

we heard the call
took razors, onions, Asian chili sauce
to our eyes
to have a good cry

shed a least one bloody tear
to show this fucked up island
could still go
teeny-tiny Shakespeare

is not
without feeling

CLOSER

Tags

erotic, female, love, poem, poetry, Reader, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

CLOSER

let me get
close for this

whisper in your ear
special truth
of this poem

above
analysis
beyond
deconstruction

let
my words
dribble
down
your neck

following their
natural
inclination

course of
gravity

getting
close
for this

closer closer