Alchemisland

I think of my best clothes and they are on

Inside my black jacket lining red as scarlet-snouted Anacreon 

Alacrity enhances your acceptance of invitation

Your smile written citation

I slink naked, clock my best clothes and they are off

Upon the floor, finery’s trapdoor

Stoking old loves angry spurned ghosts, host hating rewinding old pokes

Postcoital bedsheets stressed

Fogged lens lends liminality to carnality

A glass darkly, vaselined wine neck venus never dreamt of this

Immensely wet waves licking stones rubbling facade crumbling rubbing 

Drumming inside my chest

Paradoxical undressing that look turns saint to sex fiend, licked neck to breast

Pored over like map obsessed 

Invisibly wearing you like whore odour on dead soldier’s chest

Visibly wary of you, undoing my sense of order

My flesh goosing as if great Atlantic waves were bresting thereon.

Captaining my ship, bitten lip crease pleasure that your breath could cease here to be seized

Frieze white your unsunned shanks, planking on the duvet, scarlet from spanking

Pain meets gratitude, gratuitous belt scars tattooing your hind

Thanking me for every welt, platitudes like a birthday card

Your guard is down, scoured back road to beatitude

Latitudes longed for, silk roads soft as silence plundered with violence

Polo so you know it’s close, one with the hole, moles where I burrow

Barrow with a body inside, round of your body like a shield top

Mouth wet with slop, gleaming pearl trough of which I cannot get enough

Kerchief to wipe the chief earns his feathers in a strange rite

Conjures rains in arid places, gushes through gulleys

Nipples stretched, tugged like pulleys and flags fluttering in response

Preponderance of pleasures, my kit arrayed and my load at your disposal

Floored by gorging, ring mouth at orgasm

Baited breath in waiting, wanting to defile offensive

Bow bend of your back, bovine functions of certain forms, rivers and cream and dreams

Forest of forms, arrested in arms, harmful delights sting kissed inner arms

Like a racked one possessed rapt, wrapped around the Maypole

Gaped hole recluses like a snapping aperture, keeping in the soul

Riding as away from defeat, furious and drenched in sweat 

Breath hot as a scared horse your beaded neck, two animals in need of vets

Put down, pushed down to mound untended your head intended to end my want

Snail glisten on chin and hand’s back

To thumbing out stuck hair in the jacks

Feet to worship like a holy statue 

Warship launching face so gorgeous 

Symbiotes we, still abed at the Angelus

Behind her bosom a crack writ in marble made for sinking teeth

A reef no barrier to my entry, her wreathed vagina’s mossen peak

Second mouth and first to speak reaches my ear its excitation invitation therein

Your every ore and essence, secreting angel, a panacea to my ailments

Railing you, impaled on this old stave

What drove Mary to lust on her infant’s grave I elucidate, swayed by lust insane

Nothing to gain but want of more want, arresting rain of powerful wand

My mind robbed of ease grew diseased yet stops short of eating faeces

Golden rain Zeus in lust transforms himself to breach a golden cage, his rage and love boundless at cloudful Olympus 

Venus fly-trapped in furtive Virgo

Psalter of flesh assaulted, long legged spider pleasure

Longing elegy scars as love’s legacy.

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I have met you in every lifetime

Metempsychosing into the next chapter

Some souls, you met them got psychosis 

Thorns on roses, not princess you presume

A fox and my manhood the slit bin, sin in the locked room

Thin enough a stretch parades your bones

Missing only a cursed comb your banshee moan

Climbing as if up a pole, soul by soul to reach your hole

Drifting in to dethrone the dust, your vacant seat squeals for oiling

Lapsed caring perhaps, your lap yogic snaring my attention

Kettled blood boiling, in must in, better in than out, lurid intention

Tension at touch the tease of, your settling wingspan Parisian

Pleasure seeking yet dead seeming, laying with some demon of my own creation

Fresian hips for a minotaur, sacred whore danger of love unsated

Divers rare treatments, diving for hushed pearls 

Cast before swine, alas before time a bald head takes my curls

Throwing yourself around like a poltergeist victim, hurled from post to post

Your banded hair unfurls like thought’s black wires

Making liars of our veneers, seemly and whole, you slick with seed 

Two rutting pigs in a low byre, plucking your chords your dripping lyre like a diminishing candle

Like a scorched orb hard to handle, my messiah is here Handel

Your discarded garments become objects of worship, holy sandal

You, undressed revelation sense’s rebel reveller and harsh leveller

We are one atop the other like Favela roofs, grooves fit for enacting metaphors

Sea breath of afterwards, eating seeds of never-trees, close enough to see your pores

Nothing gives you pause, down on paws and who is the boss

Orgasms like bursting off shore oil rigs.

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Cracking bird mate mint 

Bent and well-used your crack aglint like buttery topaz beneath the salient

Down in the ground where we see without eyes, feeling ways along

Teasing out what might be wrong in the minutes after, lifting your chin

Shaking free, your averted eyes still as unplayed snooker, how long it has been

Climaxing at texts she sent

Crack of door thrown light your thong halved hipline

Lipliner on the bedside locker, same shade rings my cock end

Lopsided at apex, lap slider whose wet runway hangars my jet harrier

Hairier hides it Henry Miller horrified at bald babymakers in Tropic of Cancer

Sounds like a virgin really, protests too much, chancer 

As if in answer a yes from somewhere, stumbling drunk from the Chancery

Street corners near where I met her, same same but different, inebriated 

As I was that night, by drink and by her, the baited trap who bait me.

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Eyes sighting you I cannot describe you without ranting, descry you panting

You sliding a sexed-up slinky advancing across the room, in redolent chambers I could sense your fragrance still as first Christmas after cot death; I become a vagrant to your worlds, your curls the ends of my earth, the limitations of girth, the very possibility of mirth 

I am like a Tommy perspiring at Ypres, about to get mucky, alive in khaki

Future pencilled out and murky past, my present passion pales to times I’ve had you

Chewed up by you I am Wrigley’s Jonah flavoured gum, cum together and give knees a chance

More like give them a break, you bend like a bishop

Your giveaway face a mood ring, ascowl, my allthingstoallmen mask worn like a caul

The way you storm toward my snake with your fists bailed, all fight, rikki tikki tavi

Kipling thundering dawn your room with curtains drawn and drawers curtailed

Savvy with it old hat dab hand at it, hands along my hindparts like she is measuring a horse

Force exerted, hers out mine in finding a way out like a mole buried alive, old city’s new tourists

Can only see what I have seen unto blindness, nothing new under the sun

Norns never wove this trail, your weaving spine like water’s sagging, malleable bones, unspun

Something Norse, nothing low key, Thunderer’s thrown hammer rebounds, returns accepted

Gungnir’s tip is invisible, buried inside you, your children will be warriors spear-squatter

Charlemagne’s steering partisan drank of Christblood like a hermit laps oasis water

When Gae Bolg plants herself a terrible vengeance her extraction metes out

My bulge lessens gaps, I stand before the muse light utterly flensed, a tileless wall without grout.