poetry – Poétique

Mixtape

When we’re ready to
Give it up
Say goodbye
Flip the script and pick
Side A or side B

Like charades falling apart
I’m looking through your eyes
From where I stand
Look at these possessions
That I presented
For you to love

Can I listen to this tape
And pretend that you’re there
Would it be the same if you were?
Will it sound better without you

All the stories that are sung
Chapter by chapter
Verse to verse
Can I listen
Can I watch
Before the one
Who wants it shows up
I’m arriving
Now that it’s done
You’re the one I haven’t met yet
The one I haven’t slept with

Do you want this with me
Can I offer my cassette
I couldn’t want more
Nothing more for what we would

To make love with a mixtape

Thereabouts

I know there’s something there
But I don’t know where
And I don’t know what
We can feel it but
We don’t know
How untrammeled

Like a canal
A tubular channel to lead the way
Some interstellar direction
But who can truly say
Would it be whom that knows
The passage leads the way?

There’s something there

Abandon Me

Leave me here
Irreplaceably so
Dig the whole before
You wear yourself out

Take a nap
Hours before you grasp
Hold of the emptiness
Your smile will
Leave behind

Our destiny is black
So we are lost in the drop
Outlined by stars
It doesn’t matter who
Heard us before

It’s just the sound of
Zip codes drifting apart
You will land exactly
Where you choose to fall

I can make out with the
Memory of our passion
But I am not flexible
Enough to stay
Abandon me

Green Light

I want your green light
Satisfy this appetite
Spark my dynamite
Everywhere I see you there
Green light
Mystified
Truest eyes
The brightest smile
The warmest hands
Running towards your
Sweet demands
Miles and miles
Goes on for days
Your
Green light
Kill the red
Love you til we lose
Our heads
Lose our way
Forget the plan
Wrap my legs around you
In a
Green light

Every Morning

Norse code
Looking for the compass
To uncover the myth
Of your body
Not to feel
Defeated
For to be what is desired
By the thing I want the most
Is to inhale the breath
That you exhale
Am I awake or am I sleeping
How much more
Will it take
All the promises I’m keeping
For us
For myself
How many more breaths
How many more steps
Until you fortify
My every morning

And On

Erotic wanderings
In the heart beats vicinity
Or the soil of your charm
Steps up and down
Is it the left or the right
That is more important
Which side to decide
To define how much
Which way to turn
How much to show
How much to hide
All the games I have wanted
To play with you
All the wishes I have hoped
Would be granted
Can we have one
Without the other
I can barely sit up
Paralyzed in the shadow
Of your future memories
What potion should I drink
Or which melon should I eat
If it were for your forgetting
None could be so strong
If it would be a toast to
Your remembering
The brightest embers
Would burn on and on
And on…

After Brunch

Like the quiver
Of a cat whisker
It shudders subtly
The feeling of remoteness
Forgotten bewilderment
Caring even less about
A remaining balance
Like sucking clean the fingers
From the sweetest hand fed meal
Delicate in taste
The most sacred piece of cake
Or an insatiable appetite
Uncovered by a lovesick fool
Naked running through the forest
Would you have me then
Would you hold my head
Would you caress my feet
And when would you premier
Before me dancing first
In your best circle of flowers
Picked out by the wind and scattered
About amongst the branches
Aligning twigs into a bed
To make love with me in
After brunch

Exactly the Same

Is it a headache
Or a heartache
It doesn’t really matter
They both feel almost
Exactly the same
My chest is filled with
Constipated breath
Is it worth biting
The tongue that would speak
To say that I love you
Even oh
Even if it leaves me weak
Even if it leaves us empty
Even if the universe
Betrays my passion
And abandons me
For every star that
I would copulate
To engulf my dreams
With light
Even if it leaves us empty
Even if it leaves me weak
Even if my tongue
Would be the one
To kiss and also speak
Into flames rather
Than with water that my mouth
Should pour out
In excited lament for to be
Orphaned by the moon
How soon is now
To take my headache
How soon is now
To break my heartache
It doesn’t really matter if
They both feel almost
Exactly the same

Another Day

Jealousy or truth
If you like dessert
Desire to peruse
To find your way
Across the floor
To then behold the nearest spoon
I’ve made the sweetest
Honey dust just for you

Oh manipulation
Undefined a simpler way
Of saying thank you
To you for pleasanter times

For all the everything
Each casual nothing
All is forgiven
Clocks unwind
Nothing needless be returned
We both know
The greatest gift
Will always be
In the reflection
Of the mirror to
Our freedoms

Light the candle
Not to betray but to
Accelerate the fire
Of a burning cirque de soleil
For each warm color
Juggled out through the
Window on display
Is not with doubt
But hope for giving
Up the trapeze
Flight midway

A lesson left in letting go
Not holding on
For what is gone
Another day

Not You

I can have sex with him
I can make love to her
But they are not you!
I can kiss his lips
I can taste her sweetness
But they are not you!