Alchemisland

How one so furtive and unflirty can be so dirty behind curtains

Makes you earn but if you burn your ships and turn in a good shift

She’ll squirt like a whale surfacing, jettisoning excess brine

She’ll wind her fingers through your ringlets and ink you like a squid

It’s like a firehose you put a quid in for a small fire’s extinguishment

There’s a distinct heat between us, twin fires, beacons saying hi

In sheets we’re indistinct, linked

Mingling like elements post-alchemical tinkering

Difference cannot be discerned, two cataract white birds lost in nature’s occurrence

Wordless and forceful, a storm of torrid torpid verbs, going at her like a torpedo

Like a diver in cock-congealing speedos I jumped from the cliff to her reef’s depths

Indeed, I took a deep breath and followed the steps to make her breathless

Breaching I reached depths unheeded, heretofore unseen, uncaressed

Her nakedness beside which even skinless armatures felt underdressed

Her caress akin to redress, bony and stressful like the first third party wank

All yank mangle and wrist-switching, cum jewel pendent from bell end

She lives in Peckham but hails from Belem, name Beth she’s a ten

Back fit for bending, loves tending, cleanses my wounds, wows my bruises

Chooses when to make me a man and when to swaddle me a babe spoiled

Loses time’s track, our arms trackmarked, earlier years doing harmful

Armfuls of black tar from Afghan climes, CIA profiting from that enterprise

I look back but I’m tired of that, I feel divorced, another half

Another person almost, I could answer what you asked but

Much time has passed and the masks we wear become us

I could answer only as me now, reducing the pain and doubt

That doubtless clouded my mind in those old times, let’s talk of now 

Tonight for one night I am here arms entwined and nothing between

Behinds bare and eyes taking eyefuls of naked spiteless fingers

Gliding down tingling spines sweat glistening like lawndew

You and you I and I two eyes and a chord of threadless twine 

Time bided but bided smiling, oblivion which all joys hide

Should not be life’s tyrant, a demise defines a life

Without the lost clarity of darkness, what lends meaning to a light

We’re done with fun, full stow and hold, rolled over

I’m drumming on her hipbone, this old man came rolling home

I’m rolling bones, when in Rome, she groans with potential pleasure

If I’m not in error, she condones my measures, large measures in the rizlas

Can hardly light the bifter, shift her over when it’s time for her hit

A single glimpse of her lips, plastic red devil costume colour, I get a boner, quick lift

Before we can finish the spliff that task is eclipsed, hair in fistfuls, dick gripping

Best tryst yet, my wrist starts to hurt, she’s putting out, pushing down

I’m putting down more than a vet, I’m putting down more than a bad bettor

Chasing losses to clear his debts, hot as four sweaters in a Hanoi launderette

I go off like a gangbanger’s beretta venomously hoping to end his vendetta

At the first sensory hint of opponentcolour sweater, better safe than sorry

Better stay than in the grave, I have made peace, swords will slay me

I will be glaived, cleaved and who can blame the chief that sleeped me

Probably I started the beef saying something cheeky for no reason

Swords I die by and swords I live by

Blood leaving me like doves from pies in medieval times.