The Art of Seduction

In the dark,

to be aroused slowly by soft hands,

caressing lips on curves

delicate,

like fornicating streams.

I slept in nothing

but black lace underwear

with golden butterflies

staggering and waltzing round,

embroidered on my arithmetic,

late last night

which I never do,

usually trusting not even my

lonely howl of a room enough

not to take advantage,

but the sweat did drip down heavy,

panting precisely,

ticking clocks towards

4am in these sensory days,

so I fell back to raptured

nakedness,

almost,

bare skin on soft fleece,

supple pillows

brush against nipples,

tender creative showered down

by bedframes,

more so than

human spiders that spat

their egos out,

crashing dishes down

on my bleeding head

with angered words and violence.

I betrayed the coffin rites and undertaker professions,

death would not take us tonight to fields of poppies,

hell bent razors,

night suicides,

bruised hips,

hating ourselves for stretch marks or bad posture,

cough syrup overdoses,

throwing up liquor and excuses,

lies and apathy,

hatred of the things you cannot understand,

beatings and rapes in the streets

that no one seemed to see,

no. not today, my dear.

Instead I winked at her from across a crowded bar,

her blazing fire hair,

eyeliner drenched euphoria,

tight lips until she smiled and

glowed from deep underneath

like trees sensing the spring.

I slowed time down with a wicked whisper

to the north star and sunset horizons,

craving moments to unearth her magic from within,

kisses on the mouth

that led to her knees

buckling,

moans oozing

out of her thirsty throat periphery,

legs quivering in high heals,

fists beating out the passion

on the walls of all the diners across heartbreak america,

coffee shops in Brooklyn,
movie theatres with sticky floors,

in the back seats of cars,

down dank drafty alley ways,

between lines of prose and erectile dysfunctions,

my hands between her thighs,

counting her days till dawning,

nails dug into my back deep

until her kingdoms come,

the ice melts,

the queen burns and

transforms into the mused witch

of sex and manifesto,

painted upon me in ecstasy given.

The Ace of Cups

spills forth,

staggering to the center

of her being and opening upward

with electrics and expressions,

hierophants of desire

and jouissance,

deliverance in artful bodies wrapped

round and through each other,

sighs and intertwining,

melodies inhabiting the art of seduction.

Ah and alas,

there twas nothing

so vibrant,

teasing and pleasing,

momentum rising,

kundalini lifting and blushing,

vipers licking and voodoo pulses,

scents and sensual,

the erotic

made spiritual,

bliss incarnate,

oh god,

don’t stop,

harder,

deeper,

keep going,

oh god,

oh god,

oh god,

fuck yes,

amen.

I Painted You

I painted you red

and purple twisted reverence

on walls,

dimly lit bathroom stalls,

kitchenettes with twittering birds,

without any questions as to why

or answers really,

just a deep

burning pain

and a head cough.

Yes,

of course deary,

there were always

scars to talk of,

fire licking,

dripping

from my fingerprints

while I moved slowly,

curved and caressed

water and earth,

never to break,

just to be

unbound,

frothing on the

inner thighs of the sea.

Oh my gentle mistresses and misters,

have no hurtful worries

for your pain

and furry

subsides with

the tides and

churnings of

stomachs,

breaths deep and sensual,

penetrating

heavy burdens

like snow melting

on the tongue,

slipping subtle down the throat,

thrusting within

till the moon shines,

the raven cries,

tantric whispers in ears,

hairs stand to attention,

beats harkened

to the dawn

as if we would

never be seen again

through the serpent’s

almighty squinting eye.

Alice Watches

I guess you

didnt see alice

watching you,

like pictures

playing,

dolls dancing

round,

speaking in

sounds,

in my head

I saw you,

sensed your

waves and

deeds done

over sneaky smiles,

twitching eyes,

closing doors

quickly,

pacing lines,

walls smoothly

shutting down

on themselves.

I looked out windows

to forget

sad nuances,

maybe days

or minutes

of ceiling fan turnings over

hazy rapes

on carpeted bedroom floors,

razor blades,

molestations on cruel couches with TVs blaring

war re-runs,

callous thrusts on hard cement

driveways without words,

violations in truck beds,

sadistic cornerings against sleazy offices walls,

closet shamings,

between singing

and crying howls for mercy

though he would never listen,

between humiliations

and manipulation nails,

phone call lies

and degradations,

you are silly,

you are stupid,

you are dumb,

and why cant you

see how wrong you are?

I ate a hole in

my head to

shut you out,

over and over,

again today

and every day,

sometimes now,

the way you made

me feel comes

back to me

as a flash of thunder,

ricocheting off my bones,

thumping like a swamp

inside my skull, 

a scream,

and I crawl,

slimy to self-hatred,

that 17 year old girl

loving a tyrant

just across the

sun-harsh way.

And then I shake

awake again.

Ah!

to breathe

and stumble

out,

a dragoned

witch-

haunted,

but in the lovely moonlight,
I was the bringer
of my own passion,

so softly touching
and healing myself

by liquid fingers,

ever just so,

oh,

sultry vibrations

moved and pulsed

the body

upward to

divinity in

ecstasy, always.

Enlightened pleasure

is deeper and moaning,

heavy sweeter,

mmm,

oh,

fuck yes,

please.

Awake now,

I see.

Your cruelty has no

power over me now. 

The Breathing Habits of Dragons

Insides electric,

I was wild within and

without your permission,

dragon head leaping

forth from my ravenous mouth

like smoke does

when it’s lusting onward,

passion heaving and breathing,

sizzling through

my aching

dancing

magic,

deep throughout me

until I’m drenched in

senses and sexual embers

that ooze and surge inward,

then seep and etch outward

onto your sultry skin,

bold bodies intoxicate,

intertwine in raunchy reveries,

intersect

into the streams,

turning to erotic rivers,

deep under the oceans,

swiftly upwards to the stars that cross the

universe spaces and expand

like hallelujahs,

exaltations to the ethers

of grand sex sounds,

rhetorical orgasms,

drunken stupors,

neurotic heretic angels rejoicing,

mistletoe bastards

waving insults and fake promises,

caffeine headaches

adding to my already throbbing,

pounding thrusting fornicating intuition

that leaves me silent,

mouth shut quiet in the daytime,

just my raven eyes staring into your head,

the sweet surrendering alchemy of your chemistry,

that subtle voodoo tells me in whispers,

haunts my hallowed dreams with screaming,

much more than I ever wanted to know,

and so forth……

Thus I gave in,

time and bruised

soul time again,

with a whimper

to the west

and time travel

taken into

account what with the

tempest traffic sirens and patterns

and the kinky freakshow weather,

handcuffed still to the headboard.

I laughed up

hurricanes,

rafters shaking,

quaking in

sensual serenity,

making love to

the moment,

moaning low,

sighs quicken

the beating heart

and I reclaim my

name and nature

in the eye of the storm.

I Knelt Down

I knelt down

in reverence

to the river,

tender kisses

on the curves

of her

ebbs and flows.

It was heartbreaking though,

to watch

bodies and spirits,

beat out

our own traumas

on each other’s bones,

patterns repeating

their virus glitches,

malicious verbage

and cruel bloodied marks,

profane hypocrites

reciting sacred odes

yet spitting sadistic

eulogies during

birthing rites.

Gasp.

Panic.

Couldn’t bare the sight of it,

no honey, Im sorry but Ive just already

wept so much today.

Mmm breath,

slow down now,

hush the rough,

halt the constant

proving of fancy fucking,

predictable games and

classes in cool

with their

tight-assed smiles,

sad-eyed

stupid smoker habits,

nodding heads at all the right shoes

and accessories,

laughing at bad jokes

that no one in the room even understands.

Instead my dear,

explore the sensuality

of each space

between single notes

in cut times

and quickened heartbeats,

pulses throbbing in sync,

soaking pussies,

erect nipples,

quick sighs,

sarcastic rhymes,

Kama Sutra salutations,

in graveyards,

over mountaintops,

between soft thighs,

lips supple and

waiting,

give rest

and sanctuary from the

world’s harsh turnings,

violent lashings out

of power

lust media

rapes,

wrath iron

goblets,

suckled pigs

of state and gold.

Enough.

They cease to rule

once you choose

to be free

of that drenched

machine

dripping poisoned

shaped nails,

greed faking happy,

lust faking love,

and oh how power means

fucking nothing but

a bad tagline wrapped in tinsel.

So I lifted up my

third eye high

and slept low

and in

heavy

pleasure

with the moon

moaning ecstasy

into the night,

then snuggled down deep

into the ocean,

re-learning to breathe.