beauty, poetry, sex, women

Weekend Omnibus 09/12/2018

All The Lights

cat and colossus

Fastest Pen In The West

My Fingers In Your Hair

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All The Lights

All the lights

Oceans of people

And I don’t see anyone

But 

You

As the year draws to an end

Building empires

From the ruins

Stronger and quieter

Than before

Armoured in self knowledge

quiet companion

Without needing

Because last year alone

And I survived that 

Drank

A deep draught of rejection

Knowing I would 

Transform the poison

Into light

And even if

No one sees

I know

But kiss me

Cold cheeks against my beard

We tell our stories in sips

Whispers

But I hear you

No matter how far away

You

Are

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cat and colossus

Your personality.

A feline elegance

Approached calmly.

I’ve learned to tolerate some pain

To relax. 

Learned to stay still.

Observe what you like

and what you don’t

Through knowing myself

And this is when, in person,

I’d smile to leaven the arrogance

But I’m a colossus

Fathered and persevered

Created and destroyed

Sat with you

Not beneath 

Alongside but at attention

The way a mountain does

Does not pay attention

You’re lucky 

To earn the rumble of my attention

And you open like a flower

At the heat of my touch

So come

Pad across the room 

Sit in the lap

Of the gods

Singular not plural

I’ll stroke your fur

Until you sing at healing frequencies

Come close

Feel small again

With wonder

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My Fingers In Your Hair

Certain

Still and amused as I sit there

Flush with the burden of purpose

Worn with a grace which

Verges on the irrational self-confident

But the glint in my eyes

Stays even as we talk about the world

And its discontents

Always wanting to take you

Fill you with every last drop of me

Hold you down and fuck the light

Back into you

Because for all my poetry

Those fingers wound in the hair

On the back of your head

They speak plain and firm

And if my kisses

Make you shudder like

You’re possessed

Then I am the possessing spirit

And its exorcism

All this,

Mine

As you are

As am I

 

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Want To See Your Favourite Story In Print?

I’m looking to self publish an anthology of my short fiction and am interested in your opinions as to what your favourite stories of mine are.

Here are some of the popular ones according to the insights page.

Like Dog Bites

A disgraced pro footballer is haunted by his past crimes.

Rain In The Afternoon (NSFW)

A couple resolve their tensions through play.

Extracts From A Taxonomy of Clowns

Some abandoned, partially charred papers found at the scene of an arson attack.

21%

Corporate espionage takes a personal and deadly turn.

Please let me know if you have any favourites and share them in the comments below.

 

Matt

 

 

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Weekend Omnibus

call the rain

inner fire

prime directive

i see you

a treasure’s glow

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call the rain

Moisture hung heavy

From the ceiling

Walls breathing

Static tension like God

Squeezing us between his palms

Each breath tastes of ozone

A kiss to break the tension

A touch to call the lightning

We dance whilst staying still

Gather the weather

And dance naked

Underneath the deluge

My fingers slip beneath

Call the rain

Soaked until we glisten

Together

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