This beauty your smile – like a piece of the sun, Laughter thick as cream Days endured I wait for you an unanswered prayer
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Book Review: The Sea in You by David Whyte
The Sea in You: Twenty Poems of Requited and Unrequited Love by David Whyte My rating: 5 of 5 stars Reading David Whyte is not unlike praying. He is easily a messiah for our troubled times, bringing with him loaves of compassion, and fishes of insight. David’s writing is a call to that which is…
Museing
Your body takes my mind hostage. Undulations and curves, cascading sinuosity, the convex and concave. This is the shape and form of desire. Lust is fugitive. It bleeds beauty. It makes my eyes drink down my thirst with a stare. It pulls the breath from me; slowly like a contraction. Then suddenly with a gasp…
Dirty love and watermelons
There is only one way to eat watermelons: like you love – with abandon. “I’ll share my watermelon with you and only you. That sounds dirty but my God I like it.” No forks then, no knives, and no spoons. Bare hands eating. Only then. And only if. “Any other way to eat watermelon is…
Proof
The crevice of my ear still carries the hint of your breath, shoulders bear the weight of bruising Your grip is stencilled into flesh, yet fingertips trace a trajectory of the spine with unbearable lightness A forensic nightmare, my body the whistle-blower of surrendered intimacies and forbidden trespasses The feral scent of our…
Sext – Four
Mere hours separate us now. Let this time of longing be sweet. Five excruciating hours between this moment where I lay in the darkness typing this and the moment you emerge from glass doors at the airport. Time takes on such a different quality when I am with you and when I am not. Time,…
Sext – One
Every pore of me opens, like spring happening to flowers, in the anticipation of your skin meeting mine. I am wet and parched. I am hard and the softest ever. I am all blood, bone, and muscle, and flesh, and flesh. Sink into me. Straddle my hips. Push your sex into my sex the way…
All the world’s words are yours.
There are some words I never want to hear again. This is one of them. This word is you. This word spells your name, only in different letters. Letters that belong to an alphabet of a language I do not speak anymore because the only other speaker no longer speaks to me. It is a dead…
A letter for old love
The sum of my years has been spent knowing your body and learning the puzzle of how we fit and connect into each other. The plane of your flank flush with my arm. My face flat against your belly like a memory foam pillow. The sweep of your back meeting the convex of my front. My nose settling into the…
Let me kiss your knees, Helen of Troy
Beloved, To tear myself away from you is nothing short of sin. Your voice like a single melting marshmallow, like warm custard on the sides of a saucepan: soft, sweet, a mouth hug. Only I know how it is to love you and not have you. Challenge me with this. Show me one other human…
part-broken, part-whole 