Sunday, August 31, 2008

butterfly

pale as the flesh on these bones
beautiful in flutter
a distant yet approaching reminder
of what we've become
erratic in flight
a single purple spot
the only blaze of color
left for us to share

this solitary darkness
brilliant in itself
a harbinger ignored
as we slipped into the deep
awake in sleep
we stared as if in memory
of the orchid hues
which once defined us

gone as soon as it arrived
deafening in retreat
this thing of stunning simplicity
capturing us in midstep
light in shadow
bringing us full circle
to the emptiness we defined
before its arrival at our feet

Friday, August 29, 2008

Malena*

alone, yet not unnoticed
she goes about her new surroundings
finding her routine
the same as he does
from afar at first
her allure drawing him closer
her beauty an awakening
in his mind
her sadness is beautiful
to young eyes
answering questions unasked
until her arrival
at this place

she dressed as a woman
not of innocence, but of beauty and need
her steps leading her there
to the square where
upon the eyes of the seeing
she approached
her reflection in his young eyes
the disdain from the hated
was present and alive
foreshadowing her very movement
quickly. violently. completely.
they attacked en masse
tearing at her

bringing her down to themselves
to be honored no more
than a street whore left
broken and naked at their hands
his eyes welled at the site
so compelling as to drive others
to indifferent inaction
as witness to the beautiful brutality
he wept along with her
shattered form revealed human after all
and vulnerable as we
in this state of violence,
retribution, and rebuke

damaged yet unbroken
she collects the memories of herself
before this, before now
and smiles
a loss as great as life itself
alone but surrounded
by those who will test
her mettle and her will
he is there, does she notice
the resolve of a soldier
in such a young soul
eager to reach out to her
and pull her up beside him

standing still, once again righted
her path already defined she begins renewed
untethered and freed from her beautiful burden
together they course
with each sunrise and sunset
a parallel continuum leading them away
in the same place
which they started
both now noticing alike
the bond which lies between them
unbroken
with the passage of the shadows
through this village square

time has served them
in sun and moon alike
their phases passing along
as markers of youth into manhood
and of beauty retained
with the crease of time
displayed as testament
along this road until today
that they alone became the guides of
themselves against the arduousness
of life and circumstance in war
and in person they reach for their place
already defined from the beginning

by her arrival at this place.

*inspired by moodstained

Thursday, August 28, 2008

amber

the crimson-wheat amber
of your body
draws me near
like no other

effervescent and refined
as characteristic
of your Belgian derivative
you glow before me, welcoming

despite my circumstance
you soothe me to where i find
a centered existence among the chaos
surrounding this troubled soul

live, as yeast and misery
shielded by this buffer
you created for me
to face the evening renewed

Mickey Mouse & Athena

your golden-bordered frame
on the dusk gray body
making the shapes of the surreal
and imagined figures in my mind

changing with each advance
of the clock, as the canvas
wind-driven, reminds me of
of the shadows i've come to know

the stratus and cumulus
structure of your shifting work
reminiscent of the world
i call my own

shifting and ever-changing
i grasp your beauty
as the fleeting statement
which makes me whole again

new glasses

from across this granite horizon
you stare in the general direction
of misconception and belief
that you stand alone
among the others
which surround you

your eyes shine, illuminating me
as the sun sinks into the night
shielded by these frames
which expand across your face
hiding nothing but your insecurity
defiant against me

a smile and coy response
does not conceal your fervor
for the unknown and possibly
unwelcome advance of a stranger
reaching out to you
in a manner unconcerned by you

reusable

as the recycling of you
advances beyond all meaning
i hold you close
today a whisper
tomorrow a scream

this breathing re-creation
from spent refuse to sublime
i push you down
today a dawnless sun
tomorrow a golden glow

i make you mine alone
from the pieces that i leave
i reconstruct
today a mindless chatter
tomorrow words so clear

the apathy i show you
never deters from its course
i stand with
today a broken vessel
tomorrow reusable once more


Monday, August 25, 2008

Tanka XXXVIII

send to me your place
where salt and bitter mingle
the soft and warming
location of my desire
the pearl plucked from the oyster

Tanka XXXVII

a cosmic wobble
pulls you closer to center
asking you questions
of the ethereal and blue
and the nature of the two

Tanka XXXVI

diamond needle set
riding the grooves and lyrics
vinyl memory
brought forth from a dusty box
to live again inside you

Tanka XXXV

fluttering heartstrings
fickle at best when plucked sweet
endeavors to feel
like new again like before
and then time swept you away

Tanka XXXIV

tasted on the tongue
the parts of you i cherished
memory fails me
the shadow of my longing
flavors bright remembrances

Tanka XXXIII

to err is human
embrace the screw up learning
humility, for
we are not infallible
but yet diamonds in the stream

Tanka XXXII

scattered in the time
it takes to draw the arm up
caution left behind
to celebrate the moment
revelry an apt event

Tanka XXXI

uninitiate
your flight from the obvious
your girlhood brightness
fading as the wind subsides
blowing over us no more


Tanka XXX

fruit stripped from the vine
an eloquent diversion
viewed from a distance
deciding which doors opened
as if any ever were

Tanka XXIX

foolish is the one
who thinks himself the equal
as others listen
with eyes and ears, enlightened
finding solace in this place

Tanka XXVIII

nonsense preceding
a scribbler seldom seeing
the treasure before
extinguishing the brightest
spark before the wind takes it

Tanka XXVII

traced in colors hue
remembrance in the petals
marked for all to see
kneeling. wanting. giving still
as the flower fades away

Tanka XXVI

concealed within Him
being one as if before
lioness in wait
open and belonging to
her desires held inside


Tanka XXV

evolution bears
the branching of our species
unique history
defined in the time-line, ours
to embrace and to proceed


Tanka XIV

fore casted are hearts
destined to flap in the breeze
when no love holds them
lost, as a whisper to the
deaf collides with the unheard


Tanka XXII

unknown the dawn sky
forever cloaked in satin
covered under earth
beneath the trampled footing
the day left to the living


Tanka XXI

brackish bogs of youth
once enjoyed in solitude
now weathered copper
over the sun that shined there
before the mineral bleed

Tanka XX

tropical currents
Indian and Pacific
carried beside you
Monticello currency
your wealth diminished in dirt

Tanka XIV

inconsequential
despite the spoken words of
never ending days
unseen unheard understand
our eyes blinded before us


Tanka XVIII

peppered in your breeze
clinging to my face unfelt
narrow is the gaze
which takes you in as welcome
as heaven closes over

Tanka XVII

knowingly salty
intermingled as my own
a realization
they are mine as much as hers
brought forth as I have chosen

Tanka XVI

dropped in a moment
bleeds as an open wound will
your eyes wide open
without words you plead to me
the one removing the thorns

Tanka XV

crystalline nature
angular contributions
together collect
to lay upon us coldly
and steal our warm breath in smoke

Tanka XIV

bared, as if cloudless
the sky illuminates you
unshadowed the view
seeing into the unknown
on horizons familiar

Tanka XIII

staring directly
meeting your eyes as if locked
imploring your truths
without ever asking you
unbuttoned, your secrets spill

Tanka XII

how much can you see
crushed in abandoned darkness
cloaked in shuddered rooms
leaving memories behind
to not see again the light

Tanka XI

salutation passed
a distance of time measured
not in the absence
fondness of recognition
of memories past, behind

Tanka X

hollowed from inside
dragging over canvas taunt
muted whisper screams
colors fading as they dry
hope elusive and denied

Tanka IX

taking you in hand
a thousand wishes leading
crumbled and alone
a slave a pea a pauper
you remain a mystery

Tanka VIII

mistaken in words
the devil in the details
unappreciate
crickets are all that remain
along with the hole inside

Tanka VII

introspection now
exposing the truths inside
revealed as if mine
excepting the cross I bear
tattered amendments fleeting

Tanka VI

swells greet the beachhead
violently pushed into shore
driven rain drops sting
Cracks! overhead above us
soaking our tattered cover

Tanka V

empty the vessel
revealing the hollowed core
rejection is mine
disgraced while reaching for more
knowing the outcome before

Tanka IV

coverall silk tied
binded by my black embrace
eyes agape in awe
surrounded by her mental
state of hollow eyes disgrace

Tanka III

words of a journey
written in a fable bound
treading across sand
looking for the One true thing
never knowing it was found

Tanka II

fine crushed coral silt
placed gently where you're standing
ground beneath your toes
like powdered fields astounding
reminiscent of your youth

i don't know

the tender stare of your amusement
compels me to stay
if only to say i love you
and watch your sweet eyes
stare back at me blankly
assuring all i know as truth

i don't know you as others have
hidden within yourself you ask me to pursue
not as a request aloud
but as desire shown only in your eyes
the eyes i love to surround me
surveying my every move

soft

there's a place i know
where both embrace and grasp
are smooth as the silk weave clung to you
undenied, i take you there
knowing all the while
you are mine

not a move or a motion
deny my advance
as i slide from you yourself
standing still and willing
movement frozen in the space
i consume you

until you breath, i hardly notice
the pace of your quickening heart
beating into me as if mine
a slow sweet descent
into ourselves, as intended
at first glance

sand and sky

a smile and a sunset
before we knew the beauty of it all
layed out before us as a path
of brick and stone
meant to last and weather

you stopped for a moment
only to arrive again at the place you left
unsure, unwilling, and curious
drawn by the unknown
you arrived again at our start

taken by the sand and sky
you crumbled under your own desire
leaving nothing but yourself
exposed and confident as you are
only to be taken by a stranger of equal desire

upon the night

i remember a smile
as if nothing else mattered
despite our attempts to the contrary
the inevitable, our only outcome
embraced and distant only in miles
i smile for you again
in a voice, a tone, a whisper
as if you stood before me
like so many nights ago
under a canopy of light and dark
as stars upon the night

first timer

holding you without allowed resistance
i watched your every move
hands, open then clenched
your lips only sometimes in sync
with the squint i saw as your eyes
drooped and wide-eyed, you even sometimes smiled

the partial and barely audible
pre-moan of your opening soul
to a place unknown, but aware of
your start and stop in trepidatious measures
only melted you further
revealing you in weakening modes
aware and unaware in harmony

your neck rigid and arched
as you dig yourself deeper
with this perfect stranger
as the petal to the orchid
you allow your own unfolding
open and accepting to all he sees
releasing, for the first time, your splendor

nithchie

tropic of cancer
southern exposure
tropical sweet voice
scented like bougainvillea
growing lazily along
the country long fences

stringing me along
as a melody
in a foreign tongue
scented like jasmine
lying lazily beside me
the moisture ours alone

yielding and receptive
a vessel for my
never-ending interest
woven like the cotton
fashioned simply into fabric
taken along with me

red kryptonite

never would he see
the slight of hand by you
a dark pull into himself
welcomed, as if by design
by your nature alone

captured within him
a moment drawn upon
as not a weakness
but the ignition to the flame
he would bring upon you

turning only your neck away
as you smiled coyly
at your executed maneuver
to bring him before you
kneeling, as you drew him close

soft sand

there's a pearl beneath
a tidal wash
on the coastal sand
i walked upon

never seeing it without looking
a gem, dark and soft
would have slipped unnoticed
without promise

having seen it's shimmer
even momentarily
displayed and beautiful
serene as the stars

taking it into my hands
realizing nothing else
my light grip tightened
only to be returned

like sand
soft in a good way
i knew this tidal wash
revealed it's treasure to me alone

dark and stormy

there's a place for us
to go together when we choose
both serene as your night
and turbulent as my dawn
dark with the scent of your skin
stormy as two forces merge into one

there's a light which shines
not as we look away
but when we turn facing
expressing that which can not be contained
in porcelain and wrinkles
exposed as two forces merge into one

you are the night to my storm
quelled by only a look
illuminated in cloud burst
we falter as one together in the dark
amid a storm of our own making
perfect as two forces merge into one

dreamland

i know you as if we've never met
strangers not for a second
drawn like currents northward
undenied and unrestrained
a steady flow to dream-state
predetermined without us
despite our fumbling presence

driven by nothing else
but the coming dawn
you turn to me as a vision
wrapping me up like a tradewind
in a once billowless sail
both pulling and pushing me
toward my horizon, my dreamland

honeymoon

remember that which never was
like just yesterday
after so many empty nights
renewed as if to be
postponed never again

strangers

together you speak
this bystander
apparent strangers
gathered for the unknown
who understand
the semi-repetition
of one about the other
about the gift of intuition

lanquish

inconsequential
this small death
wasting away
each day our love
languished
this barrier intends
to become
my prison

i really don't know

as sure as i am
you perplex me
wondering the how and the when
as i know the outcome
before asking

no sage am i
despite my confidence
in you and in us
i still watch the sand
as it slips through my hands

somewhere we lie in between
a chasm forged
a mystery solved
although the dance continues
we stumble on each others toes

no mercy

forever a reminder
filthy the scent of you
the grains of time
built from tears, decaying
from the weight

once a puppet
you, jaded. beauty. scared.
love was tough. fear.
a coward actually bruised
this love, these dreams

not meant for everyone
the weak humiliated
eyes of green
forever the memories live
a part of me

alabaster

painted shut
this old window
now shuttered
once the access
for the gold and copper

sealed over
the colour of alabaster
stark in it's brilliance
yet allowing nothing of
the ruby and orange sky

sing-songish

there is always a time and a place
to watch music dance across your face
in this living dilemma of time
we each settle for lemon not lime

as we try to conceive every way
to keep shadows from stealing our day
with the moon cutting over the sky
we're an ocean away from goodbye

and the tide settles back to be kind
leaving nothing but dreams in our mind
whether morning at noon or at night
a spell cast which can make it alright

Mantilla

Iberian influenced
Andalusia embracing the lace
attired for the Holiest of weeks
and the nights held for the bloodiest
battles of man and beast

the mantilla de aletas
adorned in glass beads, silk and velvet
Seville evenings welcoming them
lace outercoats adorned for the cool
the smooth light weaves for the warming stroll

Madrid, refined and traditional
held steadfast in protest
La Conspiracion de las Mantillas
endured in grace and elegance
ornamental smooth silken veils of beauty

speckled voyeurs

whispering is not so secret
when the breeze carries the words
as if by wing and speckled voyeur
sent to tell the tale of another
to the only ears meant to hear them

in a field or flowered roadbed
the buzzing leads you about-face
to sense the presence of another
carrying warm thoughts over heated earth
delivering only to you that which is heard

reflection

out of shade.
needing ruthless reflection
captured, whore to a sage
frayed. touched. dressed. displayed.
taught in pain, with me

what remains, we are souls
searching in flight
to rest peaceful
understanding
it was always meant to be

falling through the sound

dark quarters followed in the midnight clear
reminiscent of music to the ear

marking our descent from this sullen place
these moon-cast shadows which defined your face

shared with Pisces and Capricorn we wait
allowing their signs to decide our fate

if heaven alone would provide at last
our answers as the final hook was cast

for want of more

A whispered moan among the jetty rocks
Cool sand is thrown against their hair in knots

Whipped lightly from the coming storm this night
Together huddled facing and held tight

Wishing the minutes kinder but won't last
Each has forever given up their past

Leaving behind their lives upon this shore
And start renewed again for want of more

the grain of your being

Dry Tortugas, the last in a chain
of crystalline dots afloat and shifting

in temperate currents. the pink
and the white, collecting

in the swirl. the beginning
of the Stream and of the life within

as the aqua meets the purple.
the sun leaving you once more

in the current it has placed you
beneath the clashing. protecting

your form and perfecting every
granule of your being.

(girl)

dissolved girl
as sugar poured
in sweet tea, cool
sans the mint sprig
its bite
saved for another

salvation

a funny thing, this thing we seek
in memory and in blue
attached to wings and heavens claims
we strike again renewed

expecting what most never find
in empty promise told
to hold again no more refined
and claim the smile of souls

pain

the artist paints
his fiery-red crimson dream
aesthetical, for his dark beauty
colored in her lone tear
pain, once calmed
the last hues
of a sadist beautiful masterpiece

kiss

sweat-kissed auburn tendril
puddle-soaked whore
raised broken
my smooth lip-kissed cunt

filthy

tear you open, left in a playground
with knee-high socks
a simple pure-white cotton

tear me down as i plead
saline drenched, take me ragged
use me. your filthy cotton dream

imprints

allow me to tear you open
imprints left in white thighs
through a playground in time
frolic with me back to stolen kisses
knee-high socks, such a simple thing
deviance, pure white cotton
sates the need

invitation to ill

please ignore me as i speak
please release me as i peak
please defer me to your own
please ignore me all alone
please push off me as i try
please discuss me as i sigh
please abuse the trust within
please, another shot at sin

don't allow me anything
don't accept the truth i bring
don't consider me as real
don't reflect the words i feel
don't pretend to understand
don't ignore my contraband
don't deliver me from you
don't expect that you'll be true

abuse the pass i give you
abuse...
abuse the life i lead
abuse...
abuse me for the moment
abuse...
abuse the web i weave
abuse...

the out

a voluntary passage
offered in exchange
for a swipe at the golden ring
in hopes of desire and release
from ones mythical chains

embrace

embrace my imagination
thoughts of the things i love
the soft possibilities pull on me
a stranger, coying and clinging
let me down, an escape from the clean
allow me to inspire, a tug revealing my hand
use my invitation to tear you open
alone to unravel strings upon soft skin
fabric imprints left in an obscure ring
circling sheer white thighs
peered through a soul
a moment cannot lie

man

man bruises
with white teeth
reaches into this open mouth
man takes his hot flesh
pushes hard over breasts
as this captive keens
man clutches inside
kisses deep into this
strikes these cheeks
yes, this man smiles

lullaby

words breathed for a moment
calm me upon this sea
deep depths of need stilled
quiet in the waves a lullaby

chilled embers of glowing fire
lit up my soul, held the flicker
flamed-burned water simmers
unsated for the heat no more

gentleman

the muse inspired you
to cast your eyes aside
as your action invited reaction
by your interest clear

reveal yourself demure
in your stance and stride implied
for your gentleman intrigued
by your passing whimsy

blush and reflect your glance
as he follows your lead in kind
to submit without knowing
you have led him along

ask yourself, does he wonder my fancy?
or amused with you efforts
for the sake of etiquette
or the love of wanderlust alike?

explorer

navigate your way
around the obstacles hidden
within your sight to see
yet never reaching your eyes

discovery of the new and exciting
ways of your troubled mind dissolve
as pleasure and folly find you again
in the place you are standing

in the undiscovered a challenge
as frail and failing memory reveals
a waiting secret imploring you onward
to live again what you have hidden

skeleton

you whisper of your beauty
bound in mirrored reflection
once draped upon me as if skin
your memory deceiving the image
for the one true thing

a fragile vanity convinced you
that you were less than you remember
or more than he forgot, both knowing
that beauty emanates from the heart
which lies protected under my watch

holding me, my dark hollows stare
bringing you back to your thoughts of the moment
your hair attached to me, your heart encaged
your memory held within my walls
forever supporting you until you stand no more

echo

the image of sepia caught
does not capture the fire
forever present in the heart
once favor and time have denied
the lyric-less ballad
as plucked on a heart-string
falls echoing at our feet
to remind us all
we, as love, are but moments fleeting

dissuade

the heart which pumps for two
forever on a tether
long are the moments between beat
and tomorrow
as gray as your shades dissuade you
the sun also rises

Cheese Plate

was it a day to remember
sunny and warmed beyond the date
a planned encounter almost missed
for the frivolity of everyday

your short jacket pulled tight
snug against your navy frame
a reflection of you caught
in my golden lenses looking back at you

set alfresco on the busy street
amid the revelry of the art found there
park side in the light breeze
both of us heady and consumed in the smoke

conversation with a loved stranger
the best kind, soundtrack playing in our heads
knowing that tomorrow was near
neither of us acknowledging the coming nightfall

stemware bares our fruit, bubbled and rose
the tattooed server delivering our end
set before me the omen I had missed all along
your first choice our durer le cours

figures

you left me a spiraling mess
my words could not hold you
a fool leaving all i had behind
for a grab at the impossible
and the inevitable

never to know you for more
than the hole you punched
through my cloudy day
allowing the sun to shine
if but for a moment

3

2 2/3 the moments of measure
2 2/3 the days of complete bliss
2 2/3 the time that was captured
2 2/3 the time that i missed

2 2/3 the effort i gave you
2 2/3 the note that you wrote
2 2/3 the part that's remaining
2 2/3 the words that i spoke

2 2/3 the reason you're gone

Library

presently quiet
save for the din
of your words and thoughts
random clashing
of the lucid and the dream-state
bringing you forward
current-defying
your struggle to proceed
tempered only by your state of mind

privately hoping
as the silence surrounds you
debating an outcome desired
wistful deception
how long will you hide there
leaving fate to another
quietly present
planning your escape
from one heart to the next

Pretty Dress

pulling from the station
you choose a seat at random
windowed, across from me
the pattern strikes me
as the manner of your walk
reveals your intention
of solitude and focus

my interest piqued
i eye the daylight of your silhouette
draped lightly in cotton and bone
buttoned at the neck incompletely
revealing your form
in flickered lighting
shadows passing as we move away

a velvet cinch surrounds
a slender waist of brown and cerulean
clinging tightly in my mind
to the object of my affliction
intruding my eyes
imploring my mind
never noticing your sidewards glance

a smile from the corner of your lip
curls ever so slightly
to the push of my stare
at the cut of your dress
a stranger on a train uninvited
yet welcomed as if you knew
a passage of souls along the line

below

held down
down below your lowest level
bound, though no ropes hold you there
captured in a moment clear

set aside
aside as if not considered at all
fuck the wine and the roses
they were not meant for you

cast away
away, wrap your mind around these words
their inflection all you hoped for
and so all you shall receive

Falling in 2's & 3's

i'm sorry for your departure
gravity hastening your descent
bringing me closer to my darkest day

i watch your demise
falling in 2's and 3's
a harbinger of my own darkness

your end is my beginning
crimsom gold and orange
beyond your fall I am renewed

Lobby Bar

in muted florescence
a bracelet attracts a glance
strangers alone together
apart only in inches measured
in time spent ignoring the other
together nonetheless

backlit purveyor
amused with the melding
as the two become closer
while moving away intently
separate together
eventual lovers unknown only to themselves

Dianthus

valued moody much maligned
for giving when it wants
sometimes not at all
leave me waiting
hoping even
for your show
sometimes never showing me at all
sweet william
surprise yourself
chartreuse your stem
as eyes betrayed
red your bloom
as blood
from the heart of my wishes
maybe in time
maybe today
maybe never

distance

a hand not for holding
a weathered vain
a sail without billow
a tethered chain
a mist in the distance
obscures your view
a moment of pleasure
passed over by you

Love for the Sake of Dying

wondering wounded naked and alive
dying as a fruit of the vine, beautiful
it sheds its measure in volumes hollowed
asking no quarter for turning away to die, for you
wondering wounded naked and alive

Scarab

Scarab
self creation my despair
how do you haunt me
buried in the pocket
of an old forgotten bag

Scarab
"he who came forth from the earth"
why do you look through me
purchased like a locket
almost thrown away

Scarab
roll your sun across the sky
oh, you thought you knew me
given in a warm embrace
forever left behind

Khepri
sacred beetle of the Nile
could you ever just forgive me
cardboard lid conceals your face
box hiding you inside

Sometimes Always

I push you down
anticipating your flight
from the path you have taken
to my heart

Pistachio

the color of your eyes
on longer, harder days
the flavor on your mind
as the summer wiled away

the letters on the marquee
enticing you inside
the image through the glass display
impossible to hide

the cool embrace and combined feel
the texture on your tongue
pistachio the salt and sweet
that only you would know

My Own Hand

a road mired in tearless resolve
empty beginning to end
led by my own hand
again and again

sorrow marks the horizon
carnage fills its path
laid by my own hand
again and again

the arrows strike my back
leaving no mark at all
shot by my own hand
again and again

no mark on the shallow grave
unnoticed as I pass it by
dug by my own hand
again and again

once again and again
my own hand toils to fill
the widening holes before me
placed by my own hand
again and again

20/12

the skirt ripples against her thigh
fabric yielding to the breeze
subject of a discerning eye
unknown to her
cut just above the knee
20/12 OD

her heels gliding over concrete
her, lightly bounced in gait
viewed casually across the street
unshown to her
stride hurried as if late
20/12 OS

moving purposely her figure leaves
its shape burrowed in the mind
vision, perception, recognition weaved
inspired by her
her image forever left behind
20/12 OU

The Sun is Lower in the Sky Today

leaving me darkness in descending increments
the passage of time stealing your glow
sinking on horizons shortened
to the length of your course
your burn no longer mine to know

Girl on a Pedestrian Overpass

Never will we meet, you and I.
I view you from afar
Our paths cross unintentionally. Randomly.


Our schedules entwine
Unbeknownst to you
A passerby on the highway below
A blur unnoticed

I see you above me
Busy in your mode
Looking up, you pass me by
Your presence singed into my being for the day
A stranger

This morning, a dress
Floral patterned and billowing in the breeze
I rush by glancing at you
A smile crosses my face
Content with what little of you I have
With my image of you

As you walk over me
Never knowing I'm there,
I see you as if in a dream
A daily reality, which is mine alone
Unappreciated by others who never care to see the beauty there

I time your patterns
Match them to my own
Guess at what you will show me this day
This moment

Happiness comes in small measure
Self-created from a moment in time
My girl on the pedestrian overpass



Cardinal

a cardinal landed on my windowsill
just now
from flight
perched and wary

a thought crossed my mind
somehow
it's light
crimson and reminiscent of you

a smile came upon me
and now
my right
i draw a correlation anew

your neck. your posture. the color of your wounds.


Maidenhair

lay your golden blanket
at my feet
fanned and stunning
your work saved
for another time, today
for my eyes to see
my foot to tread
my ears to hear
until your shade returns again


The Shave

take my hand I'll lead you
before the mirror wide and clear
run your hand along me
feel my whiskers scrape you rough

run the water hot to the touch
through the steam survey your task
ease yourself upon the ledge
your stance wide and steady, wanting

place the lather where directed
to soften the coming assault upon my skin
take the blade I hand you
drag it downward as the pretense fades away

your trusted motion observed in reversed reflection
I study the concentration in your eyes
as you work your living canvas
face to face our breathing interchanged

aching all the while knowing your fate
should a missed stroke invoke a twitch
you weaken with every measure
of your upward-downward swipe

slowly you draw closer sucking me in
losing all the while the focus of the moment
legs becoming unattached in mind and effort
to hold you up no more

your steam obscured intentions
obvious only to me as i watch your slow demise
bringing you softly to your knees
to the place where you were going before you even started


Word Punk

fuck you with a word
as soon as a look
use a syllable or two
to bring you to your knees

back away from these notions
that actions are passive incantations
your control is predicated
on my utterance of but a word

can I push you to the edge
with only a meaning
never knowing the answer
until it is done


talk to me

tell me the things you won't say
drag yourself up to me
revealing the conflicts in your mind
struggle not with your choice of words
for tomorrow will be yesterday
once you talk to me again

desheveled

sit in your corner
i will be right here
casting you a sidewards glance
when the time is right

tattered and frayed
panties at your ankles, torn
cut or pulled aside
no matter to you

waiting, shoulders exposed
along with your ego
id along for the ride
with no voice to mention

base and reduced
lost and obtuse
your psyche fragile and fragmented
under my guiding hand


cotton

the subtle weave of your embrace
envelopes my imagination
casting me into the fray, dream-state
thoughts of your fibrous bolls
fashioned into the things i love the most
draw me an image of your soft possibilities

pull on me with the allure of a stranger
white and coying like a well-worn heart
plush and clinging as you wrap me up
or let me down as an escape from the everyday
subject of my dark desire you gleam bright and clean
yet allow me to soil you and whet your torn edges

inspire me to depths unknown, hollow and keening
the fabric a gift-wrap waiting for a tug
the sheer bow which binds you to me loosened sharply
revealing the covered diamond hidden there
for me to take into my hand and use as my own
an invitation to pull you aside or tear you open
remains mine alone to accept or deny


24 Days

sitting at a table, book in hand
you glance above the cover there
anticipation worries you
for the things you were to do
left you dangling from a thread

unsure and possibly unprepared
you squirm a little in the seat
uncomfortable in your own skin
for the first time in your life
hypervigilance no longer freeing

will he wear the expression in your mind
say the words repeating in your head
Coronado paints a vivid picture
kissed of a different artist
will the colors be as bright for you both

the mental inventory of your soul
no longer feels quite adequate
as each second leaves you sitting
in the warm anticipation beneath you
caused by your maddening heart-beats

the bell above the entry signals your senses
its quiet ding the trigger of your desires
he speaks in a monotone whisper
the words, which once fully comprehended
transforms those 24 days into the next 24 hours


Ivy

why do you cling to me
sending runners ever outward
reaching for the empty spaces
casting cover where nothing dwells
entwining the visions in my mind
like a memory encroaching

your structure-softening ascent
both enhances and destroys me
uninvited and unnurtured
your path perpetually undeterred
by the reality of the landscape
surrounding your reaching trails

like a haunting you envelop me
twisted among the scattered thoughts
which see me through each bitter day
turning light into shadow and
consuming each berm i place before you
my insidious companion forever clung to me


Titmouse

gone are your brighter days
the ashen breast muted
in shadow and in cold
your hardship bears
the routine of the commonplace
your tufted strut persistent

anchored in the blackness
of your doll-set eyes
lies our shared encounter
of the green and of the warmth
approaching ever slowly
incrementally in time

tomorrow brings us closer
in small measure
to those lengthened days
as you cock your head to look at me
that curious recognition
sparks my inner child


black girl

slowed by the macadam rise
i turn to see you there
eyes of warm caramel return a knowing stare
propped against the trestle steel
the curl of your lower lip
can not be concealed
as the subtle flip of your hair makes you look away
only to return again in earnest

the glow of your high cheeks
frame your vision squarely
allowing me to concentrate no more
as eyes wander ever lower
the fine paisley dress hugs you like an exhibit
showing attributes of form and figure
wresting notions from my mind
nestled in the sublime

pink painted nails on toasted skin
smooth the billow of fabric and breeze
further accentuating your curved silhouette
and sending fire through my veins
caught in this moment, flushed and wanting
your look betrays you
as your knees weaken their resolve
against both gravity and sense

you let your thoughts drift momentarily
to the hand pressing up your inner thigh
a moan escapes your lips followed by a sigh
as your eyes become too heavy to focus
exposing your thoughts to all who pass you there
allowing yourself just this one moments
release from your daily grind, you let go
opening your eyes again and i am gone


you were the worse thing for us

yesterday i plucked
a lemon from a branch
encased in yellow
bright with hope
yet bitter to the bite

sour and unyielding
your juice runs
wasted down my chin
citrus assaults my eyes
acid for my throat

even sugar could not coax you
just sweet dentition fodder
stinging the cuts
in the wounds which were opened
when i reached for your heart


Tomb

can i take you there
to the place below our feet
where the earth cools our soul
and mellows the grape and the oil

release your mind
in this hallowed place
centuries etching their tale
defined in human toil

follow me down
our heads bowed low
to the place we will rest
when the sun shines no more


foothold

just afford me a place
to support my ascent
toward the hollow place
which is your heart

constant tug

drawn
as if by undertow
advancing at your own peril
unmistakably mine

fumbling forward
aware and alive
an object. a victim.
a participator, in your own demise

wrapped up. snugly
as a stitch to a seam
in your desire to escape
this constant tug

tender monster

driven indifference
the blueing
of his gun-metal stare

cold as you
his touch, equidistant
from your body and mind

stone and mortared walls
define a landscape
otherwise bare

he may be nothing
but he is everything
...to you


the end of days

if there ever was a purpose
to the setting of the sun
azure gold and crimson
reminds me you're the one

who walked upon the brittle glass
crinkling fragments of my soul
bright yellow blue and cherry
ground into flesh unwhole

reminders of my foolishness
for allowing you inside
to use the colours of my life
and paint what you despise

the notion that as lovers
we embrace the waning rays
azure gold and crimson
until the end of days


dark gem*

what foreign body
irritated you to this
beautiful form, valued

your luster softly colored
a bluish fine pale gray
the grain of your being

honed smooth over time
precious aragonite
bead of the mother

who nutured your growth
now adorning us all
with your beauty and grace


* for sylphdefined, an inspiration.


Strawberry, Auburn, Red

the colours of my mind.
pulled back, like a curtain
swept over your stage
let down, aspirations
which drifted away
fixed up, for an evening
which ends all to soon
and claims the horizon
preceding the moon

the colours that i find.
relaxed, by the streetside
enjoying the view
splayed out, on a pillow
inviting a stir
windswept, in a moment
which carries away
the chance of salvation
in the glow of today

the colours that i crave.
a grab, from the backside
it hangs from your neck
pulled hard, and in motion
you fall into me
let go, for an instant
but only to find
there is no tomorrow
in these colours of mine.


Noel

i'm sorry for this. hardly.
although i've wanted it for years
a friend from afar, now grown.
i've watched you and have heard
your words directed my way

admiring you from the distance
which was inappropriate for the time
during which i knew you.
young. too young. to tell you my song
the lyric, which would bind us

because i was not of your time,
or age.
you knew, as I, and told them so
without my acquiescence,
until tonight

we spoke before noticing, and ignoring
what we knew. words less than glances
looks more than memory
neither appeared to halt
the stare of our knowing

yesterday has dissolved
to where we are right now,
speaking of the moment
as it stands before our eyes
presented as truth. tonight.

which we have denied until now,
an aged bridge
now more common
as we speak beyond the realm
of the folly, and danger, of the past

age no longer defines us
welcomed in our own
distinct pasts, united
as a lead and a follower alike
akin to fondness and affection

you now speak
and i now listen
to the words we have been saying
which have brought us full-circle
to where we sit tonight

whispering, among our employers
the words we wanted
to simply say to each other
when the time was ripe
before this day arrived


shadow

if mine were preceding
every step
from the south facing sun
i could rest, knowing
my companion led me forward
to you

if mine were behind me
trailing steps
towards the west setting sun
i could lead, knowing
my companion followed me
to you

if mine were beside me
sharing steps
paced in the noonday sun
i could concede, knowing
my companion brought me full-circle
to you


won't you undo me

seven or eight days
hardly a lifetime
but, forever to you
the way i made it seem

once left for dead
now a warm hand reached out
to pull you from the
placed you laid. forever.

the dirt from your nails
now stains your heart,
open it a little
to let the sun reach the glow of your face

the warmth of your heart
as you undo me
to show me the clean from the dread
the shadow in the cloud

surrounding you
like the moat you made a long, long time ago
telling all others
not to approach


before the myrtle

there was no hope or salvation
then forsythia shone, alive
her olive branches extended
saying all is well

her harbinger the first showing
heralding the dawn
with her weeping boughs
introducing the sun again

to capture her slow descent
and sweeping beauty
before the blue-violet, Vinca
steals the light from the sky

a prelude to longer hotter days
reflected, though short-lived
returning the will and spirit
to every eye drawn their way


a lifetime ago

as glacial sheets
pushed against our plates
tectonic our crust
reshaped as in today

the end result
unsympathetic and cold
denying that which we started
a lifetime ago


delightful*

cultivate this space
with words and lyric
alike our conversations
testament that we live
among places of magic

where the simple grows
beautiful this garden
of words, delightful.
the earth turned together
to revel in the end result

where toil is not labour
and hands knead the earth
causing life to spring
from the simple idea
of a lifetime ago

* for sylph and caethes


one trick pony

sometimes a seed
finds the fertile earth
not to wither or cower
not to dry in it's own sorrow
turning the soil bitter
with each rise of the sun
and each closing of the eyes

sometimes the eye
sees not what is before it
green-filmed and jaded
forever questioning the what-ifs
with why-nots and cant's
because stepping forward
is an unbearable task

sometimes the days
pass for a reason, unseen
led with the illusion
that our steps were placed with purpose
hearts leading us along
to the dead end we called ours
before the green consumed you

sometimes the end
consuming as the beginning
shedding skin and soul alike
in layers, only to find the toll
higher than you could muster
given the bar you were asked,
by this one trick pony, to leap


opening up the window*

longer days are here for us
who allow their glow. have we noticed
in our haste to chase away the blue
skies have widened in the south
westerly breezes prying open the willing soul
screaming for the warmth of the wild
flowers covering the roadside
stands with hopes of fresh fruit and colours
painting the landscape in hues since forgotten
before the shifting of the light
in the sky prompted the eyes to see
the reticent beams seeking permission
to enter us again through the weave of the fabric
draped over our eyes and blinding us
as we welcome them reaching for the sash
cord pulling to allow their brilliant rays
to bathe us again

* inspired by fire6brand


twist-off love

if you can take the world
and stand it on its end
as I have done
what has really been accomplished

another feat of tolerance
or perhaps a slight of hand
indifferent in both meaning and intent
taking us nowhere

revealed, your pattern obvious
moments slipping past, unnoticed
in the end another twist-off love
disgarded as refuse

not a word being spoken ever heard
nor an adequate reply
to salvage the living from the dead
alike as if one

singularly captured
as holding sand in your grip
could ever bring you fully
to the meaning in your grasp

spilling ever outward
from your emptying hand
until the last grain has left you
holding nothing again

recycled from barren to bare
evidenced only in the sound
of your departing footsteps
walking back to the unknown

the only place where you wander
welcomed by your own silence
to pace the days alone
in the shade you call your home


Maru

the Salento sun
burns me black
heart a dark stone
severo, scuro
in a land which breathes
of the ocean salt
sharing its life
as the dying within me
sees not the beauty
with my back to the sun

the iron gates
of centuries-old
olive trees and vineyards
surround me like a cage
of my own doing
never sharing their secrets
or allowing my eyes to see
bel niente
is all that remains
of this hardened heart to share


twigs

no abutments of stone
to anchor this conveyance
no cables of steel or truss
for balance or support
just sticks pushed shallow
into the muddy banks

temporary in design and function
constructed for easy destruction
this span of twigs built
to fall upon itself
when struck with match and flint
leaving only ashes on the shore


venipuncture

take it all
ruby-brown liquid
useless fluid
which can’t sustain me
lifeless and languid
treading blindly
for no reason at all

like a black friday
sink it in deep
leave nothing left
no hope of recovery
in this listless existence
without end
or even memory of a beginning


vein of my existence*

draw back
pull from me
that which courses
through these veins
the sharpened bevel
18 gauge steel tip
buried inside me

like a syringe
empty me of myself
as only you can do
not to return
or live again
this shared existence
draining me

watch me pale
from copper to blue
knowing all things end here
through this network
of membrane and cells
the vision leaving me
with each pull of your hand

* inspired by caethes


on fire asking

you drop lower, down
fading away like a dream
simply vanishing
from the view i enjoyed
before the stepping stone
tripped you up
even though laid out for you
clear and persistent
detailed and concise as if
drawn in ink or in stone

you strayed
never seeing the signs
as they guided your next move
simple. as leaded pencil
used for a cursory exam
more of resolve than talent
not even questioning
but probing for the hard stuff
we hold closely to our hearts
failing to give in

in the end the outcome, predisposed
as we shelter ourselves
from the remnants of who we were
and in the footsteps of those
who walked before us
shaping our paths
for better or for worse
based on the actions of another
before ever realizing
today is all that matters


ink wells

use me as your canvas
drag your needles on my skin
exchange with me your colours
and crimson fluid held within

mixing from your palette
using shades i choose as mine
and paint me a kaleidoscope
etched inside me for all time

leave your markings on me
like neon tubing crying out
a constant sweet reminder
of what i'm all about

these designs and coloured symbols
pulled from tiny plastic wells
cover nothing but entirely
that which words can never tell


let us not forget

there was a time when
all was well and
hearts shone on the sunlight

life reminds us
of those days in the sun
then gives us clouds to ponder

leaving us in the lurch
we call our everyday
deciding for ourselves

are we fit for the endeavor
do we have the mettle
to settle in and strive

or are we pawns in the unwinable
match of life and sparks
left to singe or fire us

never to allow
the passing sun
to appeal to us

for favor of the shade
in places we felt comfort
unseeing our undoing

many steps precede today
yet have we noticed
the course we chose as ours

before the waters swept us
to the gravel and debris
we have settled for as real

our tomorrow arrives today
with sweeping wind
and bending willow

allowing us to stand
observing together
that which was thrown aside

as the pull of life
conspires against us
never to concede

giving us one option
to live or to die
as silver to white gold


May*

you hear her with her wide doll-eyes
she penetrates your thoughts
cracking with each tink of the glass
she consumes you
your brunette smile, so coy
hides the disheveled nature
of emotions, loss, and wanting
a little bit of heaven for yourself
with anyone who shows interest
in this tortured existence
of loneliness crying out for someone to love

she speaks to you though no words come
your treasure, the one whom you despise
kept in her glass case unrestrained
she consumes you
you need one of your own to keep
for the others rush away
seeing in those distant eyes a mind
so unlike their own, giving nothing
wanting everything as small as a morsel
or as big as only true life can sustain
in this vacuum of your mindless love

so loud, those eyes bore through you
making you answer her
probing your inadequacies and failures
she consumes you
you’ve tried before with lovers
like trinkets passing in and out your hand
the dark boy with the cigarettes and the pretty blond
girl with the soft voice and kisses for you
his darkness not approaching yours
her sweet love not offered for you alone
you picked your favorite parts of them to love

her crash to the floor has shattered her
though no silence follows the fall
her pieces scattered in your bloodstained hands
she consumed you
now with no one left to talk to, you decide
to reconstruct one for your own
the missing pieces pulled together such as fabric
from a swatch, collected from your memories
of the things which you have lost
not for want of trying, just your shadows cast them off
igniting deep inside you a perfect pattern for your love

left, no longer waiting for her eyes to draw you near
you start gathering their best features
piece by piece for a doll to call your own
you consumed them
your smile no longer coying, but telling just the same
the drive in which you take them
leaving nothing left to doubt
you cut and stitch remainders you have chosen long before
and taking back entirely the darkness from your eyes
you wrap your arms around it stroking with your hand
to coexist forever in this sweet embrace of love


* can anyone guess the Muse?


Punnett Square

you can not add the sum of my parts
as these were placed before me
probabilities in genotypes
alleles interacting to place me
where i am today, an outcome
of squares and science

more complex as a dihybrid
with a typical 9:3:3:1 ratio
heterozygamous mixing and predicting
my dominant and recessive natures
forming this complex being
beyond random happenstance

these genes, independent of each other
thrown into this nature i call me
far beyond pure Mendelian inheritance
i live and breathe as do we all
under the guise of traits and character
as chalk on this blackboard of life


before we ever knew

the frost covered our roots
as the Holly flourished
we, as succulents withered
into ourselves

once, as the sun warmed
there was hope, though fleeting
as our season bloomed without us
left together to nourish the earth


never as usual

as i watched the hands of time
mold me into the nothing
i looked back for you
seeing only horizon
as my view

tears no longer consoling
just the languid remains
of the holes i've punched
into this very heart of mine
which beats no more


there was never a day

where i stood a chance
taking in all that you had
like an incoming tide

my actions, as those of sand
pushing into the pilings
bringing mollusks my sediment

i lost myself in the backwash
pulling me further into the deep
to settle again at the bottom


Porches

overhung or cantilevered shelters
fitting for a chair or swing
to watch the storm
carry away all that is worthwhile
leaving only the permanent
reminders i choose to forget

when tomorrow came

i reached for the empty space
where you once laid your head
finding only sunlight coming through the blind
to welcome me to this reality
the vacated space a chasm
which no woven bridge could traverse
and not a stone could be thrown
finding the other side in safety
leaving only the echo where you once spoke
the sweet words of yesterday

Buttons*

multi-cluttered on soft chiffon
fine embroidered sleeves
drapes you as in skin, reptilian
pearlescent-inspired
ivory, pewter, slate and mother
as pulled from a tidal pool
just beyond reach of the seas tug

both soft and hard
like the gleam of the sun
from the surface of a shell, worn
capiz-inspired
lily white, black-edged rosettes
their subtle sheen reminiscent
of the swirl and the jetty foam


* inspired by the top worn by Teri Hatcher in the Baume & Mercier ad – MORE magazine, June 2008, (pg 8 from back cover).


tomorrow is red

when the breeze stole your hair
wandering across the plain of your face
telling me to come towards you
as if you were there
tomorrow is red.

i saw with these eyes our stare
wondering when we would obtain
that which was ours
as if you were there
tomorrow's not dead

as i pushed your face clear
of the red, i knew you were coming
clearing your vision to proceed
as if you were there
tomorrow is red...


Wax

soft and malleable
in the warmth
of my hand
a heart not meant for molding

cool and hardened
from the shade
of a sunless sky
a brittle mess, too fragile to keep

fluid and running
in the heat
of my stare
wings not meant for flight

for the wax which forms you
never quite pliable enough
to run, or to fly, or to stay
rendering that which remains inconsistent


Paraphilia

this brand of love
is not for everyone
taken under foot
to be ground to dust
particles of you remaining
to pull it back together
alone

too blind to stumble forward
too loose to be constrained
never a waking second
never a saving hand

you crave this association
of meaninglessness i sate
with an obligatory passing
glance meant to steal from you
this breath which breathes
the sweet nothing into you
alone

too preoccupied to focus
too unnerving to outwit
never a stone unturned
never a moments grace

this brand of love
which I reserve for you alone
is marked in brutal colours
tarnished so as to not allow
the sun to cast a glimmer
off the fragments I have left you
all alone


summer hoops

your twisted hair
windblown and tangled
does nothing to deflect
the motion of your snapping gum
standing there
a little tart
in board shorts and a T
flops clung loosely
to your painted toes
as the summer breeze
turns those dangling hoops
into gold adventure

unfinished business

let the stars blaze
allow the sun to shine
for I will not see them at all
swimming in this sea of clouds
which envelopes me

this unfinished business
hung upon me like a halo
leaving me still, as the bleach
bleeds the stain from my heart
left by you

altered but unchanged
reminiscent of the words we spoke
and the deeds we planned
to keep us crashing down
upon each other

this unfinished business
of ours


when the time comes

debris in the path
left scattered and placed
by each of us
giving and leaving pieces of ourselves
on a road no longer traveled

i was there once. with you
and the obstacles were few
hope and promise intermingled
with our own reality
eyes which saw. minds which knew.
our steps trepidatious and fulfilling

then a wash of light and storms
consumed the peace we called our own
stealing the wind from our breath
the life from our hearts
the shadows now illuminated
revealing us both

leaving nothing but who we were
a horizon without a copper hue
a dawn in the clouds. grey.
etched forever as if seared
into the memory
of us, which never was

revealing us both for who we are;
gold to silver
summer to light
waking to death
pushed to pulled
alone to together


Tough Girl

hide behind this brick and mortar
your false exterior
protected within these walls
like ivy on the vine, I come to you
betraying this fortress
and break you down to gravel

a war of attrition
withstood by so few
creeping deep inside you
where no sunlight can reach
setting you up for the inevitable fall
leaving you exposed, as if no wall ever stood

not a moat of stagnant darkness
nor a tower built to see
deters this insidious erosion
of both time and Portland sand
just your persistent attempts at repair
to busy your troubled mind


if there was a sun

these clouds could burn away
from the sapphire
leaving something left
to share their glint and sparkle
and call to mind
the day they first took you in

the burnt umber and blaze
of the memory of you
being the only vision
left singed into this space
i reserved for you
serving no purpose but despair

the day could begin and end
as it once did for us
before the eclipse stole our view
of the vacant promises we made
and the empty well we left
once overflowing, cool upon our feet


wilted

i found a flower
by the edge of a pond
lined with foliage
of chartreuse and garnet
and stones of weathered granite

its face of azure and gold
drew me in
to see it as my own
i plucked the petals
only to watch them wither

something so beautiful
once taken and held
in my hand
only to die from my touch
as I grasped for its beauty


tomorrow

the sand washed away
the bruises
the black and the blue
as the tide collided
toward us leaving nothing at all

as time escaped
us standing
back to back
in the autumn
sky fading with us

survivors of ourselves
the common demon
we faced, so defiant
tore us apart
a piece at a time

never seeing who
we really were
but somehow knowing
tomorrow was nothing more
than a memory undone

the wind peeled away
the bruises
the black and the blue
as the storm crashed
into us both leaving nothing at all


Power Lunch* (a short-story)

The first thing she does every morning, the minute she wakes is to check her email for Master's instructions. She is, after all, his obedient whore.

This morning, Master's email informed her she was to wear her red lace thong panties and matching bra and garter, nude silk hose.

"You are to clear your schedule from 12 to 1pm today, and wait my instruction. Understand, slave?"

"Yes Master," she whispered knowing he couldn't hear her, but would expect to answer accordingly any way.

"You may have coffee, cunt, now don't be late and get going. Your Master loves you and desires you and knows you will always be pleasing."

"Oh, yes, Master," she whispered again, this time reaching down between her legs, clenching her aching cunt. Oh, how she longed to feel the power of her Masters hands on her body, plunging deep into her slickness.

She jumped up from her computer and went about getting ready for work. Her mind was swimming with possibilities. What did her Master have in store for her? She never knew. Sometimes it was a task he required her to do, and sometimes it was even a visit, he never told her so she would be on edge with anticipation all day. He was an amazingly powerful and wise Master and she she loved him with all that she was, eagerly giving him her mind, body heart and soul, and he kept and used her well.

She chose her outfit for the day carefully. Taking out the items she was instructed to wear, then choosing a pinned stripe skirt and jacket to wear over a red silk blouse. She thought her Master would like her choice today. She selected a pair of black low-cut pumps that made her legs look long and sexy. She carefully pinned her hair up and chose a smart looking pair of spectacles that framed her brown eyes beautifully.

She was always the first one at the office, often doing half a days work before anyone arrived, which is probably why she was the top earner for their branch. Her head was buzzing with thoughts that barely could hold her attention with the anticipation of what is to come. The morning hours seemed to drag on, and then she got her first text message at 10:30 am.

"Insert the plug"

She felt the flush of heat rip through her body. Her Master required she keep certain things with her at all time, and the small jeweled anal plug he presented her with the night he collared her was one of them. On the small steal bulb was his initials, and she was to only wear it when he commanded her to. She had other toys, other plugs, but this one was incredibly special and when she wore it she felt his total ownership of her.

Immediately she went to the washroom with her purse, took out her beautiful jewel and did what Master trained her to do. She pulled down her panties, lubed it with the moisture of her lips and tongue and gently inserted into her body that gratefully accepted it. She pulled up her panties and went back to work with her Master's gift deeply embedded in her bottom.

She could barely concentrate on her work as the lovely submissive feelings continued to wash over her again and again. She was filled with a blissful calm one could only achieve when truly owned.

At 11:30, she received another text message.

"Aldo's, 12pm..."

She could barely contain herself when she read the words! She was going to see him! He wanted to meet her at Aldo's for lunch! She suddenly had a thought flash through her mind. It was her assumption that he would be there, he never said he would, and there have been times in the past when he had instructed her to go to a place and he did not meet her. Her stomach started to churn with nervous anticipation. She so badly wanted to see her Master, wanted to taste his flesh and feel the warmth of his body.

Aldo's was about 20 minutes from her office, so she left soon after the text message. No one ever questioned her coming and going at the office since she so often was not only the first to arrive, but the last to leave. The traffic was light and she made it easily to the restaurant. She immediately looked for his car, but didn't see any cars in the lot. She thought for a moment she was at the wrong place, but she knew this restaurant, it was her Master's favorite.

She walked into the restaurant which was dark and was met by a waiter. He greeted her kindly and told her her party was waiting for her in a private room to which he lead her. When he opened the door, she saw her Master immediately. He was standing there so handsome in his suit, his blue eyes were sparkling and his smile warm and inviting. He was happy to see his girl. She never got used to the impact he had on her in the first moment she saw him. He made her weak in the knees and her heart melt. She wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him, but knew he would never allow such a display. The waiter left them alone and she immediately went to him and knelt at his feet. "oh Master, " she whispered and he held out his hand to her which she nuzzled with great affection. He motioned her to rise to her feet, he grabbed her face and kissed her mouth. She drank in his deliciousness and caressed his tongue with hers, drawing him into her deeply. After they embraced a bit more, he stepped back from her to fully look at his slave and she knew it was to inspect her to see if she had properly obeyed him.

He took a seat in a large leather chair and instructed her to undress. She carefully removed her clothes showing him the sexy red underthings he had ordered her to wear. She knew she was to immediately remove her panties in his presence, especially when wearing the plug. She also knew that she was to leave on her garter and hose and heels. He was very pleased at how his slave followed his orders perfectly and how beautiful she looked wearing her jewel.

When she was done undressing she took her place on her knees at his feet and the waiter entered the room with a large tray.

"Lunch is served, my girl."

The waiter removed the silver tops to the trays and she gasped at what was beneath. Two of the largest lobsters she had ever seen and bowls of drawn butter for dredging. Each lobster must have weighed about four pounds and they were mostly served cracked in in the right places so the meat could be easily extracted. She noticed that there were no eating or serving utensils on the tray or on the table and realized lunch would be served only with her beautiful fingertips.

She picked up a white linen napkin and went over to her Master and waited for him to nod, permitting her to proceed. She placed the napkin across his lap and smiled thinking how lucky that napkin was at the moment and how she wished she were draped over her Master's strong powerful thighs. She went to the tray with the lobsters and picked up a claw and gently pulled the meat from the shell. She brought the morsel to the butter and lightly dipped it in coating it well and brought it to her Master's lips. He opened his mouth and she place the meat carefully in as he closed his lips around her fingers. Feeling his lips on her fingertips sent a wave of heat through her body and she felt her cunt clench and drip with want for him. He smiled at the blush that came across her face and breast knowing his girl was becoming intensely aroused, which made his cock strain against his pants. He wondered how much of this lobster would actually be eaten before throwing her on the table and tasting her.. his delicious little whore.

She went back to the tray, and pulled more of the lobster out of it's shell, dredging it again in butter, and holding her other hand underneath to catch any drips. He ate from her fingertips, enjoying the bold way she put her fingers in a little deeper each time and he teased her fingers with his tongue. She took another piece and dredged it in butter, and put it into his mouth, this time her fingers going in a little too deep, he felt her getting brazen. He grabbed her wrist hard, startling her and pulled her onto his lap. Her plug was still deep in her ass and he grinded against it with his knee causing her to screech a bit. He took her hand and forced her fingers into her mouth demanding she too have a taste... then with his other hand he reached down to her needy pussy and plunged his finger deep into her slick cunt. He smiled at her embarrassment at how aroused she was. He knew she was close to cumming and probably had been for a while. Delving deeper and deeper, waiting to hear that guttural moan she makes when trying to stave the impending orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips making her taste them, putting them deep into her throat. She sucked her Master's fingers clean as he had trained her to do.

He took his slave positioned her on her back on the table pushing the tray to the side in one strong motion. He pulled her legs apart hard exposing her pulsing cunt. He reached over to the tray and pulled the tail meat from the lobster and plunged it into the butter. Then he held it over her cunt and let the hot butter drip on her clit, almost sending her over the edge. He placed the meat on her shaved cunt and bend his head down and began sucking her cunt and the meat at the same time, devouring both mercilessly. He took another piece and did the same. He knew she was about to cum, and drove his fingers deep into her demanding she cum for him, and she did, over and over again spasming on his fingers, releasing her honey for his pleasure. He took his cum-soaked fingers and made her clean them once again with her luscious warm tongue.

He sat back in his chair and unzipped his pants. He needed to feel that warm tongue of hers on his cock. She immediately rose to action, went to the tray pulled some of the lobster, dipped it in butter, and bent down between his knees letting the butter drip down his beautiful cock. She followed the drips with her tongue and he pushed her head down driving his shaft down her throat. She sucked him long and hard and when she felt his cock swelling as it did before he came, she took the lobster meat that was in her hand and held it above his cock so his cum would spray all over it. As he came he covered the luscious meat with his cum, and then he fed it to her. She ate every bit.

She wiped up the butter from her Master, and then from herself with another linen napkin. They sat together and ate the rest of the lobster, feeding the morsels to each other and enjoying each other's company. Their desire sated for the moment, but not for long. Her Master became aroused again, and wanted to take his whore once again. He rose from the table and picked her up and forcefully bent her over the table. Her cunt still slick with butter and cum made it easy for his cock to deeply impale her as he fucked her hard from behind. Driving into her deeper and harder pushing her plug into her with his palm, he filled his slave with Masterful ownership and she jerked her hips in orgasming pleasure. He pulled out of her, grabbing her hard by the nape of the neck and forced her to her knees, driving his cock down her throat as he filled her mouth with his hot cum.

He sat back in his chair, catching his breath as his whore sat at his feet licking her lips, savoring his seed.


the end....

* co-authored with dragonfly-geisha

Sundresses* (a short-story)

Part I

Sundresses...

I remembered you told me that you liked sundresses, so I chose one I thought cute and alluring. I knew we would be walking around a bit, and heels would not be appropriate, so I chose a pair of white skippy sneakers and stashed the stilettos in my bag for later when we would go to dinner.

With the directions in hand, I got in my car and began to drive. It was a familiar drive, one I've done many times before, but I found myself looking at the directions over and over again as if this was my first time, as if everything in front of me was never known or seen. And I guess in a sense this was true. I was driving to a place I had never been, meeting someone I had known only through Internet chatting and on the telephone, about to embark on a journey I had only dreamed about. Everything would be different in a few hours. No wonder I was checking the directions over and over again, although it was futile as I'm sure Mapquest does not provide step by step instructions for meeting your Master for the first time.

I was thrilled and excited and incredibly nervous, and the anticipation intensified as the mile markers sped by. I wondered if you would like me in person. If you would think I was pretty, or if you would be disappointed? I wondered how you would look in person. All the pieces of you would finally be put together, your face, your voice, your body. All real and in front of me.

I wondered how our D/s dynamic would play out in reality, how my body would respond to your presence. Emotions and inquiries swirling around in my mind as I drove trying not to get lost, luckily I saw the sign in time and made the turn off. The directions from there were fairly easy, and I saw the sign for the park and pulled in. My heart was racing and I wondered if I had the nerve to actually park my car and get out.

I did...

I gathered my light sweater, in-case the evening turned cool, and my bag and proceeded to the gazebo where we said we would meet.


The gazebo overlooked the lily pond and was surrounded by willow trees. It was incredibly charming and I was calmed by the tranquility of this place and the warm breeze that found me. I saw some figures in the gazebo, and I wondered if you were among them, my eyes frantically searching their faces. As the people cleared my vision line, I saw a man leaning over the edge of the railing, perhaps looking at the fish. Was it you?

I felt my body start to quiver (as I am incredibly shy) and I walked up to you and stood a few feet away. I was hoping you would notice me and turn around so I did not have to make the first move. But you did not, although I had a strong feeling you knew it was me standing behind you. I gathered my courage, and cleared my throat in the way us girls will when we want to be noticed. You did not turn around. I should have know it would not have been that easy! I mustered the courage again, and said, "hello?"

Perhaps you heard the nervousness in my voice, and decided to let me off the hook, because you stood up and turned around, smiled warmly and said hello. You reached out your arms and we hugged as close friends would when seeing each other after a long separation. I remember feeling your chest against my head and immediately feeling calmer as there was something so familiar in that moment for me. I sighed, relieved that I had found this special place and found you waiting for me here. You asked me if I found the directions easy to follow, more to alleviate my initial nervousness than to assess my direction following ability.

You held my hand out at arms length to get a better look at this girl and you smiled in approval, realizing I had paid attention to your telling me about your fondness for sundresses. Your eyes scanned my body from head to toe, your eyebrow raised a bit when you saw my skippy sneaks.

I quickly said I had my evening shoes in my bag and thought these shoes more appropriate for walking in the garden. You smiled and showed me the map of the grounds and we headed out of the gazebo to explore a bit.

The grounds were beautiful, and we talked about the art we happened upon, sometimes cocking our heads at the strange and unusual pieces. It wasn't so much about the actual works, although some were quite amazing, but more about the bringing together of both nature's and man made beauty. One did not outshine the other here.

It was a dance, of trees and flowers and stone and steel. Earthly elements fashioned by god and man and brought together in celebration. So much of this place represented the relationship we found ourselves in. Contrasting elements converging into symmetrical perfection. Something to not necessarily be understood or explained, but seen and admired. Enjoyed.

We walked the path and turned and saw a sculpture entitled Facing Couple, by Itzik Benshalom. The stone figures simultaneously evoked something in both of us and your grabbed me and pulled me close to you. I gasped and turned toward you. You kissed me.

First your kiss was soft and inviting, as my mouth opened a little more, it became deeper and harder. It was a kiss that had waited a long time to manifest and my spine flashed with heat, my groin aching with want. So much sexual tension had been building between us that this kiss just about ignited a bonfire of desire.

We kissed for a while, until the footfall of others approaching alerted us to our surroundings. We smiled and continued walking along the path holding hands. I hugged your arm, as if in relief that our first kiss was all we hoped it to be. You looked at me and smiled and kissed the top of my head.

The two of us continued walking the paths admiring the art surrounding us. You pointed out the beautiful foliage around us, realizing I had absolutely no botanical knowledge at all. You knew the names of the flowers and trees and spoke of your plans for your own gardens.

Then, as we continued down the path, we were both a little startled to come across a sculpture of a lady laying on the ground. We were used to seeing large steel and stone objects that often represented elemental explosions. This subtle figure on the ground was in great contrast. The piece was called, Mirage, by Katrina Tatarovich. Aptly named because at first, the brain assumed the figure was that of a real woman.

You turned to me and said, "Now why do you think she's lying there that way?"

"Because she is exhausted from being thoroughly used by her Master all afternoon," I said, shocked by my words.

I realized I was projecting my own desire on to the art, and hoped you would not realize this to my embarrassment.

You didn't say anything, then pulled me close to you again, putting your mouth to my ear, "Take off your panties. Now, girl. Hand them to me."

I was breathless and started to remove them before looking around me to see if anyone was coming. I caught myself and realized the power you had over me in that moment was so strong I forgot where I was. I looked around and no one was approaching, so I quickly lifted the skirt of my sundress and shimmied out of my panties. I took them in my hand and held them out to you. You walked up to me, as I held out my panties to you and said, "You present to your Master on your knees, girl."

I gave a quick look around and dropped to my knees, feeling the gravel digging in, and held out my hands with my head bowed to you. You walked up to my hand and took my panties and placed them in your pocket. I stayed on my knees waiting for permission to rise, as you said, "Up, girl. Let's continue our stroll."

By now I was intensely sexually charged and dripping wet. I felt my juices flowing down my inner thighs and I was hoping you didn't notice my walking a little funny to accommodate my swollen bits. But you did.

"What's the matter, girl? You're walking a little funny."

I started blushing uncontrollably and couldn't find the words to tell you.

"I have something to make you um.. feel better. Come here."

You led me to a little corner on the pathway and stood in front of me. You took the hem of my sundress and roughly pulled it up, exposing my cunt to any and all who walked by. Then you reached into your pocket and took out a length of rope of yellow and purple, 3/8" poly braid. Before I realized what you were doing, you began weaving the rope between my legs and around my hips fastening the rope in such a way it rubbed the sides of my cunt and clit with every movement.

When you were pleased with your work you gave it a final tug to ensure its snugness and pulled down my dress. I had been gasping and breathing heavily while you worked on me on the verge of collapsing into orgasms at your fingertips.

"Feel better now?" You said, as if you had done a simple task to ease a minor discomfort.

I could barely eek out the words, "Yes, Sir.

"Good. Let's continue."

With every step the rope rubbed my clit and cunt lips and I could barely bring one foot in front of the other. I was now clinging to your arm for balance and support. You took pleasure in my struggling knowing with every movement I was swallowed by pleasure and pain. I was finding it very difficult to listen to your explanation of the art we were seeing as my desires were ignited and I wanted to indulge them.

Down the path we walked some more, rounding a bend we came to a more secluded piece of work, by Paul Muick, called the Two Figure Composition.


Something about the way the figure on the top was leaning back, as if to receive something, struck me deeply.

I turned to you and looked into your eyes, trying to find the proper way to ask. Tempering my wanton desire, I asked, "Please Sir, may i.. " and I looked toward the ground indicating how I wanted to kneel before you and take your stiff cock into my warm wet mouth. I wanted to feel the hard shaft of your cock in my mouth and down my throat as your rope burned my clit.

You stepped back from me and stood in the shadow of the art, unzipping your zipper. I dropped to my knees and leaned back as the figure did waiting to receive. I eagerly took your cock into my mouth, swirling the tip with my tongue, tasting you for the first time, savoring every sensation. Deeper and deeper your shaft explored my mouth and throat and my lips and tongue moved about in perfect rhythm.

I felt you swell as if about to cum and you pulled out of my mouth leaving it agape. You told me to lean back as the sculpture. As I did as you spewed your hot seed in my mouth and around my neck adorning me with a pearl necklace in the warm sunshine. I felt my own orgasm at the edge and you saw my face begin to contort in ecstasy. I looked at you with pleading eyes for permission to cum with you.

"Cum girl!!" You said, and the rope pushed and pulled again as my hips jerked and bucked.

I arched my back with my hands behind me as I covered your rope in my honey. As the orgasm ebbed, I licked my lips and savored your essence as you zipped up and held out your hand for me to rise. I thanked you for my new adornment and for the orgasm, and we finished our tour of the garden.


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Part II


As the sun began to sink in the sky, we made our way back to the main section of the park to prepare to have dinner. We would be dining in the exquisite European style restaurant, and I began to realize how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten before I left, as nerves would not allow. Food was the furthest thing from my mind during our afternoon stroll.

I went to the ladies room to freshen up and to change my shoes. You permitted me to wash off the remains of the day, and to remove the rope from my body, although I was quite sad to do so. I was not allowed to wear panties, however, for the remainder of our time together.

I washed, and freshened my makeup. I had gotten some color on my cheeks from the sunshine, although I wondered if i wasn't glowing from our time together thus far. I brushed my long dark hair and twisted in up with a clip to add a little sophistication to my look and put my sweater around my shoulders, and changed out of my skippy sneakers into my stilettos.

You smiled as I emerged from the bathroom, looking quite refreshed yourself. I knew you approved. I remember how wonderful it was to see that look of approval in your eyes, and how it brought me to such a peaceful place.

You kissed my cheek and I took your arm leading me to the restaurant along the pond. The evening weather was turning out to be as pleasant as the weather we enjoyed all afternoon. As we walked along the pathway, we could see the fish jump here and there. It was their dinner time too, a fact not so pleasant for the bugs flying so close to the water's surface.

My stomach growled and you chuckled as I blushed at my body's betrayal.

"I guess I'm hungry," I said, and you told me about what kind of food the restaurant served, and asked me what I thought I'd like to eat.

"Salmon. I love Salmon, it's my favorite over everything, except lobster, of course."

When we entered the restaurant, a few people were waiting to be seated ahead of us. It gave us time to look around and soak in the ambiance. It was warm and inviting and when the maitre'd approached us, you went up to him and said something into his ear which I could not hear. He brought us back to a remote corner and sat us away from the rest of the guests. I realized you had probably requested this and the host was eager to comply.

The wine steward came over and you ordered us a bottle of wine. We settled into our places soaking in the peace and beauty around us. When he returned with the wine and glasses, he presented the bottle to you for approval and poured you a taste. You nodded and he poured me a glass. He then filled yours. I went to lift the glass to my lips and I saw your eyebrow raise and stopped immediately. There was something about my drinking the wine you didn't seem to approve of.

"You know, pleasure is earned, girl," you said very seriously.

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"Then, what will you do to earn that drink of wine?"

I was not sure what I would do in the restaurant that would please you, so I looked down at my sundress and undid the first two buttons giving you a better view of my generous cleavage and lacy black bra.

You seemed to approve and motioned me the same way you had motioned the wine steward, and I took a sip. It was cool and delicious running down my throat. I immediately felt my arms and chest begin to tingle and a warmth move over me.

We ordered our dinner, and continued drinking and again my stomach began to growl, being somewhat tormented by the wine. When the waiter finally put our food in front of us, I did all I could not to dive into my dish. As if you could read the thoughts going through my head, you quickly reminded me, that pleasure is earned, and directed me to give you my eating utensil. I handed you my silver and searched your face for a clue as to what you wanted me to do. I looked down again at my sundress, realizing if I unbuttoned it anymore I would be just about naked. You shrugged at my realization as you too had realized the same.

You looked down at your plate and made an hmmm.. sound and began to eat, telling me how perfectly cooked your food was. My mouth watered. I took another sip of wine and looked around the restaurant assessing who was around. I then slipped under the table so quickly, you weren't sure I didn't disappear into thin air. Soon you realized where I was as you felt me nestled between your legs under the table. I rested my head on your lap.

You took a piece of your steak between your fingers and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the food, and you whispered, "such a good girl." This was exactly what you wanted me to do. You fed me some baby carrots and string beans from your fingers. I made sure to lick them clean with my tongue, which was beginning to arouse you. I felt the pressure in your groin intensify and I wanted to feel your cock in my mouth once again. You fed me some more and then looked down at me, patting me lightly and told me to return to my seat. I did so with ease and grace and surprisingly no one in the restaurant saw me do so.

As I sat back in my chair, you handed me my fork and told me I could eat after I did one thing for you. You told me to not leave my seat, but to spread my legs wide and take two fingers and place them deep in my cunt while I ate. I did as I was told, spreading my legs wide so my dress would lift, then took the two fingers of my right hand, and dipped them into my dripping wet, needy cunt. I picked up my fork with my left hand and began to eat.

You watched me struggle with my need to eat and my desire to cum. As you ate, you would tell me every so often to fuck myself harder. I complied. I was soon glistening with a light sheen of sweat. When the waiter would come to ask if everything was okay, you spoke for us both assuring him everything was fine. I did all I could to hold myself together.

After toying with me like this for a while you asked me if I wanted to cum. I breathlessly said... "yes, Master." ...you told I would in good time. When you knew I was on the verge, fingers soaked, you told me to remove them and to lick them clean for you. I pulled them out of my aching pussy, almost sighing in anguish, and raised them to my lips. I did as you instructed. When my fingers were clean of my creamy juice, you instructed me to finish my dinner and wine.

We opted to skip desert, eager to feel the cool evening air, and decided to walk a bit after dinner. We knew our time was coming to an end. It was a perfect day. A perfect evening, and it felt as if it had just begun. We walked around the restaurant to a little bridge, and sat on the steps talking some more.

Being so close to each other ignited the flame within me and you held me close and looked deep into my eyes. You asked me for your rope and I took it out of my handbag. It had been soaked with my cum from the afternoon, but had dried making the rope fibers crusted and stiff. You took it and smelled my scent as a sick grin crossed your face. You then took the rope and tied it across my face, forcing it in my mouth as a gag.

I felt my body reacting intensely to your aggression. My cunt began to flow once more. You picked me up and roughly pulled my head back arching me hard as you popped the buttons of my sundress open and exposed my breasts. Pulling off my lacy bra you kneaded and squeezed my tits, twisting my nipples between your fingers, harder and harder until I squealed beneath my cum soaked gag.

Your hands ripped open my dress and it fell to the ground. I was naked before you. Your fingers finding my hot cunt diving deeper and deeper inside me, something you had wanted to do all afternoon. Your hands probing and exploring my holes. The holes that you were about to own with your cock, over and over again. You turned me around bending me over the railing of the bridge as your fingers sunk deeper and deeper into my cunt and into my ass. You felt my body completely open to you like the blooms that surrounded us and you plunged your cock deep into me as my muffled scream released into the night.

Fucking me harder and harder against the railing deeper and deeper owning my cunt, then moving to my ass and giving it the attention it begged for. So tight and hot and receptive to all your pounding and fucking... deeper and deeper. As you were about to explode you take the rope at the base of my neck and pull it back hard so I am fully arched and you cum deep inside my ass, filling me with your hot cum. You continue unabated thrusting and thrusting, driving my orgasm over the edge. Riding me until the waves pass, and exhaustion sets in.

You pull your cock from my ass and remove my gag, demanding I clean you. I drop to my knees and obey my Master. Like the wanton whore that I am, I lick and clean off our fuck from your cock. You wrap your hands in my hair and tell me what a dirty little whore I am, how I am your dirty little whore.

As the intensity of the moment wanes, and the peace resumes, you lift me to my feet and help me dress. You know that as I drive home I will do so with my ass filled with your cum. You know I am yours. You walk me to my car, and kiss me goodbye, making sure I have the proper directions to get home, making sure my sundress is properly buttoned, thinking to yourself... ah, how I love...

Sundresses...


* co-authored with dragonfly-geisha