You'll Be Caressed I Descry Wanton Love Or is it Needed. I flow with you. Engorge and Enrapture Little untouched Willow spurs Unfolding within My own Skin and Your fingers Which connect To it I may Intercieve Recieve Your song Cordially With warmed Pink ears Take your Amenity Within me Likeable snugness Permittance This has done Volcanoes Well Galunggung You will be Song Supercells read Whispering lightly To my Own Sentience This Heliopause Is gracious To our threaded Bodies Machanations Of a sea And Forsaken sand-storm They emit Quaint Requests Hunt For admittance Into Old strains Please Make your journey With me There are bears here Gnawing trees The skins of Worn partisans I cant Help But hear it This has Transformed You have Eaten Orange Bee Ophrys They say this Billberry enthrallers I say You have eaten Orange Myrtle From the face of Mine chest And moonflowers You have asked To sit within Our glade You have been Heliotropic I have been Nought
i didn't get sex just the art of making truly passionate love. personally. obviously you wrote it but that is what i got out of it. i love the imagery you are able to convey and my favourite bit is the concept of "threaded bodies". very nice.
Woot, passionate love...yes. True love. I've been sitting here trying to explain why I used certain words in the poem, but I cant >.< Im terrible at explaining things. Thankyou for reading it, though xD
Here are some more, for you nice little folk. The first few are rather old (but not that old) and...bad...I think. They were written while I was watching a show about wolves...heh. Well, not inexorably disgusting. Just...kinda bleh. o.o --- The snow, as the clouds Whose rains do make the silver Of Winter The clouds, as the snows The stars, as the snow Whose diamonds do glow in reminiscence Of the sky The snows, as the stars --- The mountains, like the trees With strong boughs and turrets Which kiss the sky And the trees, like the mountains With peaks and points Which catch the falling snows. --- I can see the world spinning round So that flashes of green, and blue Appear in my head With fanciful sounds, which Make my heart swoon Till trees take my stead --- The silver-starry wood nymph sings As a starren green moth Lit with Moon upon its wings And golden nectar betrothed (Bleh. Comeplete bleh.) --- The following poem-thingies are old, yet not so old as to be classified as the same "old" as the latter poem-thingies, which are also old but older. Old. The age matters. I dunno why --- Eyes are due to be open So that they may see And simply- See Let us enjoy provinciality - I lie with him And not that which belongs to you Again Our eyes are due to excitement - Naivety is welcoming of strangers Estranged --- Ive again come into conflict In the midst of potent Change And again I attempt Certain Verdant Methods Of literary exhibitions (I was having a poetic mood-swing, lol. I'll explain it if ya ask about the meaning >.<) --- It seems that I am lost of most sincerity And This comes from certain mouths The overgrandiosity harkens Wanton action Though Allotropic occurences Are Favored Within Andromedas Greenlands and Silver meadows (Again with the mood-swings. The meaning of this one is kind of equal to the last. I write in bulk...lol...one poem after the other, so they often end up conveying the same idea in different ways ((if theres a meaning to the poem, that is))). --- Ive returned to you Rushing winds and Knotted roots Who pierce the earthen flesh Of forest floors Where birds will peck And dance Displaying limpidly Colours-sheen And small grey tributaries Soft flowing Eat gaily away the clay And dust Of old banks and reed gatherings Tall grasses may Fall within you And carry pollen spores Away to whales and Shouting gulls --- At the movement of my eye Your eye Blinks --- I wish to implode My Stomach With a red pen (Hehe...heh...o.o) --- I rest back Into Pillows And hope to regai Regain Sense Simply enough To feel once again The tendrils of morn. --- Why is there a vaccum cleaner attached to your neck? (Its poetry to me >:O Come on.) --- This is Grotesque! Love sleeps Sleeps Within Posthumous boundries Boundries Boundries! Olden and Found Across ashen Roads In Old houses Blue And Covered by rocks I wish to reply Indeed! In that love is To be explained For myself And yourself And (I cant make out this word...its sloppy) Self Know! (Thus marks my use of the exclamation mark in poetry, as well as the repetition of the same word a bunch of times ) --- Small Movements Clothed in Heron downing White Life veins Fall Happily Wooden bats Fly Hauntingly --- Step into Bales Of Stars And Yellowing ovals Trodden quite Sleep Undiscovered Cloth belittled Green and Silver Ripples Are attracted To Metal squared Ridges Which surround Small Nipples Pink (again, I cant read the word...it looks like facets) Are lapped at By Water --- You speak of Defiance As A Castigateable term After-monitored Hours Are not Able To be executed with In-monitored Dark recognition Which teaches Nothing --- I had you here Right there! I hadnt noticed (I think losing my retainer in the car inspired this...) --- This wall Recedes While hair is picked at Arrestingly A clothed Atecedent Of Introversion Comes the slaring Rivets of Wooden curvacing Astounding Mechanics Who utilize Spritely Palmy mixes The adages of nails The funnels of wrapped skin That has Been Exposed to radiate expansion bands Unnoticed --- I recognize that This disk Is her disk If I may Recognize That this disk Is her disc (My friend let me borrow an Invader Zim dvd a few days ago...I wrote about it yesterday in poem-thingie form xD) --- His eyes are closed Now And do not at all notice Caressing in tubs Where algae is quite thicker Upon on the highst high of a brim It is now sharply filled full As the trees swim anon (It doesnt seem finished.) --- There you go, my peoples. I suppose I posted to much
