Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
reach deep
through the muck of time
sing
proclaim the past your friend
the present your lover
eat what is to come until you are full
change the lightbulb
not for what your next step might be
but for the room you have just entered
see the marvel that is space-to-be-filled
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
– Haruki Murakami –
What is it to see the offering
of an ass
pussy lips glistening from between the crease of silken thighs
lifted and waiting
spread and
yearning
for you?
Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light…
– Eugenio Montale –
Your mouth was wet.
I opened my heart
like an astonished mouth
and drank you like the future.
– Ellen Bass –
Sex isn’t all that important, but it is when you love someone very much.
– Ava Gardner –
Oh, to be that hand that fondlespinchestwistsprobessqueezes
Oh, to be that mouth that slurpscaressesdrinkssuckles
Oh, to be that cock that dancesplungespoundsfillspulses
Oh, to be that cunt that takesitallandmore
to be wanted
to be the first and most
to be the last and beloved
to be all that I am not
Oh.
There are seams between truths
like fissures in bones.
I have my version of this fancy.
It’s a poem of, oh, say sonnet-length;
it’s supple, undisrupted. It feels like this:
I close the door. (Behind it: gabble
and disjunction.) And I walk into the clear,
black night. I’m in a great arena. Nothing
can be seen – there may be nothing to be seen – except
of course for the ball on fire. That’s all I need.
That’s all: the darkness, and one burning sphere.
And I follow its light down the field.
-Albert Goldbarth –
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
– Frank Sinatra –
