Invisible cock-dance-fighting
A barista’s barrage of smirks attempt to glean power back, his insecure heart is confused. A backwards capped laptop worker stretches wide for the fifth time, clasping more space and air, an old ape trick.
Are my silent smirk-replies any different?… Oh you silly neanderthalic brahs, you funny little cool cafe peeps…
Reinforcements arrive, the pack leader; a middle-aged, youngly attired man - pastel blue shirt, trainers, black sunglasses that remain on, perhaps to always match his thick black moustache. He attempts a subtle lunge - I am ignoring you, and insist you see that I am ignoring you… understand I am above these invisible cafe-cock fights, understand I am the chief, and you, interloper, new kid on the block, are just someone here.
Then again, perhaps it is all a form of foreplay.
Watercolour Dream
The colour of water was in your hands, dream-painted stained glass windows to the soul. You asked softly for a harder touch, said I was strong enough, but to be smoother on the tomatoes.
You greet me in pastels every morning, I watch my thoughts dance wildly upon the swooning soil - there are whispers of a seed, glimpses of a fruit so poisonous it burns through prison bars. Is the watering can in my hands? Or is the sky in charge?
Astral Erotica
Eden painted silver by a plutonian sun. The fruit is no apple, nor cherry. Is it your soul… or mine that comes first?
Your hips hold and then slip the sky onto the earth, the tree is alight with soft milk-white flames, fruit borne for bidding love.
I feel you sigh and moan oh enfolding garden, as Pluto spills pearlescent lava, it pools into a shimmering mirror - God seeing Goddess.
Astral Erotica II
Eden has overflowed those walls - orchards sprout, my serpent-green rib cage soaks my eyes with holy water.
All they touch now becomes them, are becoming us, from my flesh in your mind to the wet fruit on the tip of God’s tongue.
Eternity tastes like illusion to the real, so don’t let yourself be fooled - the forbidden light shines brighter than his or hers.
