slowly

trembling finger

soft-haltingly

traces the arc

of thy cheek

to rest at

the locus

swirl of hair

at your temple

eyes meet

aeons expire

civilisations burn

mighty suns collapse

under their own

gravity

Not really inspired at all by One Single Impression prompt #49 - Slowly

...

untitled

our words

touch lightly

in eternity

and change the world

for

ever

...

Tic Toc

rushes through

the bones

of my fingers

blasting flesh

with

relentless rage

i, fever-set

try to contain

save/savour/saviour

one moment

comes and stays

still

Inspired by one single impression - If Only I Had Time

...

Burn

i burn

on a

bonfire

fueled by

the

immeasurable

forest of

your words

...

heatdevils- Twitter Collaboration II - Reborn

step wisely from my sunbrowned shell

and draw me

from arms length

to you

fingertrace your heatdevil curse

in wet rivulets

across my back

respite me, saltlicked 

from powderboned sins

fullhung

with clouds of 

wanting

against the rhythms of

heatborn blues

reworked marvelously by L

...

heatdevils - Twitter Collaboration II

NancyBoi held down by the weight of thud-laden heat

endurogirl fires my will into the open season

NancyBoi fries and seasons my soul

endurogirl burning heaven from hell

NancyBoi bakes my briny skin wet

endurogirl against the rhythms of heatborn blues

NancyBoi smokey/dripping deep blue blues

endurogirl shimmered heavy from an orpheus sky

NancyBoi fullhung with clouds of wanting

endurogirl respite, saltlicked from my powderdried bones

NancyBoi makes damp rivulets down my spine

endurogirl fingertraces of heatdevil curses

NancyBoi draw stepwise across my sun-browned shell

endurogirl to armslength grasp then gone

NancyBoi in wisps of heat-hazed steam

...

fantasy

geisha

lady

thinker

whore

wordwhorse

athlete

lover

more,

princess

student

lioness

wild

teacher

writer

innocent

child

...

preparation

how do i

prepare

to have the flesh

flayed from my body

by the sun?

how do i

prepare

to make it hurt

and keep on

hurting?

falling

between intention

and ignition

lies but

moment

in that moment

lies life

and death

make that hold

dyno that move

shread that finger

pop that pro

deck out

check out

...

work up

between intention

and ignition

lies an eternity of regret

hours of pain

doubt

sweat

puting my name

on the form

is easy

rolling to

the start line

takes guts

...

Glitter & Mangoes

reconcilliation of ideas

is only hard

if i try

to

     hold-on

to 

     them

but those mangoes

are so damn slippery

the juice sticks

glitter everywhere

i leave

little

stickery

glitterley

trails

wherever

my mind

stray-liberates

...

Mind

   

your absent scent

fills my spine

spins my head

your words

resonate

with my soul

your ideas

create new life

from dust on my shoes

you touch

my most secret

erotic place

...

What Else?

my 

sweat tastes salty

skin smells of the dirt

hand feels rough

hair looks blonde

voice sounds gentle

what else am i?

fisher

in tear-rusted chains

i smoulder

hot

slow

beneath the hulking

sulking bridge

a bite

i pull one in

he's easy

too easy

my tongue

wraps his cock

my smoke circles

the bridge pylon

swallows the sun

he fills my

aching sex

fails to touch

my soul

i throw him back

With apologies to L for the stolen ideas.

...

Twitter Collaboration - rustkiss

endurogirl: i am splashlicked in rust

NancyBoi: it soft-patterns my iron plates

endurogirl: and I am griddled by your kisses

NancyBoi: and held up by your brown flaking arms

endurogirl: i am stained in your skin

NancyBoi: by the tears of wisdom

endurogirl: soulsweated from mossy buddhas 

NancyBoi: stroked by fingers of regret 

...

futile tears

my tears fail

to rust away

barbed wire

holding me down

...

Knife

a knife to my heart

sharper than any scalpel

more acurate

than any surgeon

i choose to dance

your fine edge

a dance of impossible

fool-hardy balance

in this dance

i discover who i am

partner you

in your journey

together we

fly/weep

curse/fuck

live

...

Torch

Lord almighty

I feel my temperature rising

Higher higher

It's burning through to my soul

Earlier this week I wrote about riding my bike on a hot summer day.  Yesterday it became real. We had the first really hot day for this summer.  I rode 50km home into a hot head wind in 37C. (That's 99F).  I pushed REALLY hard.

Girl, girl, girl

You gonna set me on fire

My brain is flaming

I don't know which way to go

soul annealed 

with the fire of Hell's Gate

skull aflame

i push on to my destiny

Your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

You light my morning sky

With burning love

pain of 1000 white hot needles

nails me

hair hurts

like ecstacy

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

I feel my temperature rising

Help me I'm flaming

I must be a hundred and nine

Burning, burning, burning

And nothing can cool me

I just might turn into smoke

But I feel fine

salt tide in my shirt

bears witness to my pain

celebrates my joy

fills me with life

appologies to Dennis Linde for trashing Burnin Love

...

Blaze

cicadas roar through the still morning

heat already smearing the horizon

it's easy now to let rip

mercury climbs

mountain looms

spirit hardens

pedals spin to the bush's throb

sweat/spine/eyes

icarus climbs too close to the sun

salt crusted

gasping/broken

i fall

prompted by one single impression

...

holding/letting go

When I'm feeling creative everything is bigger, brighter, more wonderful. The sky is a more particular blue, the must of the earth lingers in my nostrils, the fat man on the tram stinks more and a womans sweat smells irresistible.

It's a little like the first throes of passion when falling in love. The thing is to embrace this heightened state of sensing the world without what Buddhism refers to as grasping. It's a bit like the thing you see out of the corner of your eye, yet when you look directly at it, it's gone.

At first it's fairly simple, I just let myself be carried by the muse, just as it's simple to fall in love. As I wish to refine the direction, strengthen the relationship, build on the inspiration, it's easy to grasp or just let go.

The trick is to walk the cliff's edge, neither clinging to the precipice or throwing myself into the abyss. Just being at one with the feeling of continual adjustment and near calamity.

common sense would urge
caution to avoid a fall/
plunge in?
do both and neither in unison

...

Little Steps

This journal is to mine and chart the deep flows of words and ideas within. No pressure here to do anything but drag stuff out. Be prepared for bad poetry, awful prose and stream of consciousness meanderings. Self indulgence, flights of fancy, exaggeration and outright fabrication will abound.

Hopefully I'll share and little light. I use ideas to push back the darkness, sometimes by exploring it.

What makes you feel is ok, ignore the rest.

your white light assails
my flesh with scalpel accuracy

each moment under your spell
becomes fluid motion

through your eyes
i see myself becoming real