12+07, 1+2+7 is ten is 1+0— that’s one, by numerology:a beginning, a startThe decisive start to honour the “hello”s on a pageFirst received 10+7, on an eight— infinity turned upright, Should that have been a sign? A sign we’d be blessed to acknowledge the other 7 before it, 7+1+9, the day we met,Wandering enamoured 7…
Tag: sex
Clean Linen [a poetic]
I guessIt’s been a whileSince I got to my laundryI found the towels we usedAfter that timeRight before the last timeRight before ChristmasRight before the last timeMeant “the” last time.We’d started right off twice a dayTwice a weekSaid you couldn’t have enoughThat it wouldn’t always have to beLike thatRunning around on borrowed names and alibisButWe…
Love chronicling cont. [micropoems]
[Clandestine Nines]Kisses reaching into eternityAs you reach through my third chakraClimbingSeeking the releaseSlightest gaspPauseAs we listen to the rainTrembling (although you nearly love how I can’t help it) – did she hear us?eternity. Breath. The continuance of your hipsAssured by the silence on the other side of what now feels like paper (though we’ll call…
Temptation on a street corner.
“When was the last time you did somethingJust because you enjoyed it?”He asks, tempting meAs he guides my hand to the warmth in his lap. I bite my lip.He already knows it was the last timeWe were togetherAnd he knows he has the power to sway me Before I can consider another protestI find the…
Lions are never surprised [a poetic]
On this I do meditate:Does it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Two manes wrapped atop our headsAs we took to stately rest in bedYet sleep could not allureFrom temptation of experiencing a love so pureOn this I now meditateDoes it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Your paws…
a love chronicling [micropoem]
[[July 11]]] On now stained bedsheets where he laid me down to sleep,I did die, though my soul he refused to keep:Understanding that love is free,He reciprocated what was given back into me, And we continue in our ways Loving as promised into “forever” days.
Micropoems in the night
Just pieces blowing away on sleep’s impending shadow… [woman – hair] There were sprawling curls like fur Where his previous encounters with them were bald Or slightly spiked Kissed a few days too late after the razor. [woman – hair – addendum] (And he wondered, “smooth like a baby or Forested like a fertile woods?”…
Open Casket
Eyes meet Strangers in a bedroom now Furtive looks away Trying to conceal the embarrassed I normally don’t do this They lie politely Taking turns reaching into the other Looking for a piece of themselves They cannot possibly recognize Too young to be properly alive Vows they gave to an idea Are the closet corpses…
worship [a poem]
Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…
fuck me poetic [a poem]
fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us. “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…
oral sex – a micropoem
You speak ejaculate – Take care with where you spill your words, conceiving notions and ideas perhaps, you weren’t ready to see carried out.
Sharkey Speaks 