Magic Man

How you bespell me
Glamour me
Roll me
To give
To share
To not disappoint
To love and be loved
I am me
aqui
seeing you like a
glob of light

 

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Love Ritual

4thVenus

the paths we walk are the ones
we created and walked before
heal your fear of me and speak
talk to me like one human being to another
we need not be alone in the midst of chaos
like walking towards the forest of the unknown
life is somewhat obtuse to the naked eye.
sensing edges of love bringing us closer to the source
eyes do not always see it at first glance
ears do not hear it with the first note
unmeasurable pangs leading us to eros

you have the tools to build the bridge
needed to reach across boundaries
defying constraints that isolate
and leave us bereft and stranded
walls once thick like bricks
now eggshells easily cracked
crushed with the weight of need
desire unrelenting and unbound spilling
opening your quickening heart
as my spirit pulls you closer
your flesh growing taut
like deep-bellied dew melon
feeling your breath on my neck in the dark
you are the warm mist curling up and around me
reaching to pull me closer
releasing that which binds your will
existing in the space of now

eyes unchained by agog balancing power
recognition of complicity in defining the real
sometimes the right questions can produce waves
transforming
crescendo changing the landscape
spark unfettered by the chains of agog
refusal to be consumed by sameness
seeking out the you who speaks
without fear or censorship
speaking of life in all its wet promise

meet my voice with yours
unafraid of an empowered woman
a man worth his salt does not fear a woman
with her own ability to speak for herself
looking into your eyes
unfettered by social convention
i see you and i speak
walk to me and speak in the now unafraid
meet me at the edge
between longing and fulfillment
remove the veil of silence
no longer swallowing your impulse
the answer is still and remains yes
without fear regret pause ambiguity conditions

we both standing with my back to the wall
your hand glistening like diamonds in the waning moon
ascending from its dive between my brown thighs
as if to seek comfort and confirmation
your hand once more returns
cannot unravel pleasure or pain boiling inside
an insatiable interiority
phallus unbound erect invoking the god
completing the rite we are the magnesium fire
our shared river spreading the flames
a temporal shift as you are favored
sate your obsession
show me your true face as you take me

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erupt

beautiful omen
of sublime presence

of ashen monstrosity
incandescent mist
billowing legion 

of inestimable domains
cosmic loop encasing us

of new landscapes erupted
emerging
enchanting

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enigmatic horizons

conquering my inclination to not engage or see
showing and sharing yourself naked without shame
waging battles against tyranny of melancholy
grasping your soul by its wings from the abyss
along temporal fault lines
folding over and under each other
residual future present haunting shadowing anticipating
you wander wreckage of collapsed walls
waiting to see what pieces of you emerge
wanting to free yourself intact
wanting to return to feeling love
endowed and erect at rebirth
wanting to captivate solidity of life
wanting to savor intrinsic manifestation
an answer to desire’s question uttered
fallacy of your vision as delusion banished
leaving all concerned with a strange truth
delightfully deviant in its corporeal revelation
like a finger of Chango striking oak burning leaves
I am alone gazing bearing witness
watching you transgress my personal space
watching you unravel and reknit threads of the real
walk through the doorway with me
sharing and shaping new stories
let us go outside
our feet will hit the ground
not caring how much it quakes in our wake
folding and unfolding time itself

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seeing

friday afternoon asking questions
knowing every answer that would be given
watching body language
hidden truths revealed with gestures
without words hitting air
Cassandra looking at Clytemestria
through the window

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Heat Index of the Diabolical Grape, or Iconoclastic Mold Punch

Puss could fry in this heat
I protested the fierceness of the crematory conditions outside by remaining indoors
day four of me ceasing to inbibe cigarettes
I need clear air to breathe in this hot hell-bound wind
though if you’ve watched as many Hellraiser films as I have
Hell isn’t described as a hot place
it’s a state of mind for the morally corrupt
for those who have chosen to lose their state of Grace
told you I get warped in this heat

would a placenta’s liquid grow firm and rubbery with the introduction of egg-frying heat?

I once saw a teenaged girl’s jelly shoes stick to pavement
115f degree weather in Dallas when I was eleven (church youth group trip)
my brother would wait until it was hot and humid in midwest summery heat
when my parents were away at work
he’d use his chemistry set, a spot of gasoline, and a few bottles
to make his own homemade mini-bombs to smash on the driveway pavement
don’t buy your kids chemistry sets

I used my little Bensen burner to fry marshmallows and
make marshmallow chocolate bar n’ graham sandwiches
smores or ghost egg/ectoplasma gravy
you choose the labels here

ever see the episode of the woman living in the city
while most people had abandoned it in search of colder climates
Twilight Zone
The sun in the picture she painted began to melt
I pray my a/c lives long and hardy these last few weeks
I bleed hard and quick in such heat

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alpha male

You added a piece to the vision today
addendum to paradigmatic gendered performance
you walking into your living room
my back to you in front of your fireplace
wearing the illusion you selected for me
obedience to your idealized objectification
long black wig with curls hanging over my downturned face like a veil
jezebel smudges and stains across lips, eyes, cheeks
my arms crossed in the front concealing breasts
my head down
me staring at the crease in your slacks
you staring at the curve of my spine
my ass and thighs barely encased
a shimmering black and gold micro dress and five-inch heels
your thickly veined hands sliding over then under to pull up the hem
the windowpanes shine unnatural light in the silent dark room
vertigo descends upon me as I glance at the streetlights below outside
we are both trembling

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