naked – Poétique

In the Dark

Could you identify me
If we locked eyes on the street
Would you recognize my
Shadow or see my outline
Backlit across the drapes
Along the wall
I see the candlelight
Flickering beneath the sheets
Open your mouth
Let the light shine out
Sparks between us
Starlight enters through the
Windows and there’s a demon
Up ahead maybe we should
Reconsider getting out of bed
Disappear without a trace
Touch me now
Kiss my face
There’s a devil dancing
In the field below
Just past the edge of the
Rooftop you can see a
Pale moon beaming
Over a trail of tears
Fire and fears footprints
Burned into the years
Before us the past is ours
To let go of much like the
Emotions we’re desisting
Heat between us
Still persisting crawl onto
The roof with me breathe
And feel the mist of destiny
Beneath our naked bodies
Would you recognize me
If you saw me on the street
I’d recognize you in the
Way you speak even if I
Saw your shadow passing
Silently in the dark

Naked Mess

Did I mess up
When I uncovered the suspense
Did I mess it up
When I exposed the magic
Opened myself completely
To the honor of knowing you
To the gift of your benevolence
To the talking power of
Upright honest feelings
Are they for quiet people
Or is it being in the exposed
Nature of our brightest spirit
That we throw it all open
And encourage more by
Exaggerating all kindness
Blowing the beautiful
Completely out of proportion
For why not if violence
Is so loud
Why shouldn’t love be
Why shouldn’t vulnerabilities
Scream from the snow capped tops
Avalanches of love
And exposed feelings
Leaving us raw and
In unpredictable territories
Creation of non existent time
Floating in the betrothed
Exposure of raw emotion
To embrace us as we are
To take us as we are
To receive our brightest star
Light is not for the dimming
But for the brightening
The inner lightening
The no more frightening
Of our feelings
Fully naked
Fully formed

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

At the Door

The red birch chair
My underwear naked in this seat
That feels entirely too cold
To fasten ass in

My pattern of effect
Has lost the luster
Often stretched
Into the meaning
Found in every moments death

Kind and distant waves
Fish and swim about
Airs rage
Wind caught gasping, gaped
In tolerant behavior

A soundless sigh
Exhales the universe
Almost forgotten
Before the first
Is leveled out
Across the bank
Of indication

Proud-like roar
The cane like floor
That bothers to abandon
Reconcile
At the door

When the push
Is flaccid posture
That desires
So much more
Will awakens
Non-stop
Affirmations
Bound to break
And scold release
In lacerations
Cardinal to the making

The candid richness
Of a song
Written
Falling
Found
And gone
Before the breakfast table
Sets itself to feast

The bitter china
Still and quiet
In my cabinet
Cannot bring
The mean and matter
To displace
Where spoons and forks
Have always known
They had a place