DNA Unleashes Puberty
Organic matter
in deep skin tones of nude flesh
expressed ecstasy
in dreams that seemed vividly
real to seal lust with hot cream
that delightfully
rushed in male confusion’s blight
at the first sight of
the eleventh commandment
to go forth and multiply
that can’t be denied
even though souls might be fried
by the resistance
to comply with social laws’
friction from flawed calls to curb
the urge to purge Life’s
demand to expand the strands
of intelligence
with new manifestations
of social complications.
Congeniality
We, two particles in flight,
felt the right balance of warm,
congenial allure
that was quite hard to ignore
as a possible
intangible, quiet force
to ensure our strong chance
to enhance our
dance together to the sounds
and rhythms of Life.
Penetration
Eye to eye watching
Seeing my shy I feeling
my neural net strain
with wet skin glistening in sweat
that plops drops on your pink cheeks,
We glide together
face to face, unashamed ayes (I)
swelling with vision
peering through corporal orbs.
I see you scanning, searching,
Sensing, finding me.
I flinch and flee . . .
. . . . .
Well focused, warm brown iris;
Blue-hazel eye hides from fear.
I’ve lost my heart.
Shall I surrender my soul,
a bold gift of all
(To be all of me with you
seeing me quake and submit) ?
Why Do Stars Burn ?
Poured paraffin scented
Formed towers
of would be flame.
I struck the match.
Radiant heat, light
descends the wick
We’ve lit.
New Moon veil,
layers of black lace,
disintegrated in flash fire.
You stayed.
In the warm tone glow
human skin, hair, gleaming eyes
dissolved into childhood wonder.
We joined.
Like flame and wick
with red hot core
We burn.
Do we descend to our end?
The Divine Toast
Life;
The grossness of brutality
And the sweetness of love,
The cry of the newborn
And the shriek of the warm dead;
Is yours.
Sea Pixies of Father Sun
and Earth Woman’s Womb
Firefly phantoms of the Sea,
Pixie Wraiths,
Instantly flash hot white sundrops
Then die;
A million bursts of birth
Atop equal troughs of death.
My Life’s spark
Is but a single breath
of the Pixie Wraith’s
Lust for light.
The Randomness of Human Life
What we live with we learn.
What we learn we practice.
What we practice we become.
What we become has consequences.
Cognition is the ignition for change
to rearrange that with which we live,
which gives nuance to performance
of what we practice which changes the canvas
that paints the portrait we become.
Pain that strains the motion of lives
is the vibe that helps us survive
with nerves that serve to preserve
cautionary words that perturb
the peaceful homeostasis of life
in balance between pain and bliss.
It’s important not to miss
the mutual government
of cognition and emotion
that together cement
critical judgements of specifics
pertinent to situational ethics.