men, poetry

Silence

I try

To say what hurts

But you tell me

What I meant

And it’s not

What I meant

So we sit

In the dark

And when you find our

Bodies

You pretend you did what

You could

Because if no one listens

Then we will find solutions

Which are permanent

To temporary problems

Solved if only

People

Fucking

Listened

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Slayer

Close

Like you’ve crossed

The threshold

And a wild animal

Wears my shape

Summoned through

Discipline

Appetite stoked

My nose to the nape of your neck

Inhale you until you shiver

I could reduce you to sobbing

Fury where all thoughts have fled

But

Not

Right

Now

The promise of you

Has me lean and bearing

All the world throws up

At

To

Me and yet you stand at my back

As I slay dragons

To steal their treasure

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Vicious Angels

We are atoms

In collision

Collusion

Through it all

I feel you

As I go about my purpose

Through pain and hunger

Late into the night

Even as disaster looms

Like vicious angels

I remain

Endure

And in this

You surrender

Gentle animal

Kind to everyone

Implicit strength

Leaner now

But still

Tuned into

The symphony of you

I hear it

Can pluck it from silence

No matter how hard

You may try

Tear down

Or build

When it comes to you

All the same

Isn’t it?

Now shut up and come here

I want you to feel me

With a force I’m not sure

Wouldn’t leave marks

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the smoke of loving battle

The languid flames

Lick at my insides

Appetites speaking

With my voice

Wielding the urge

To feed and purge

peaks of ferocious arousal

I would ravish you

Leave bruises tattooed

On your skin

The flush and dew of

A knot unties

An architecture of goodwill

Anatomy and limbs arranged

Damp intimacies

soft laughter at the cartoon

This divine rage makes

Of

Me

Restored to connect

Calm and sated

Kiss me again

Taste the smoke of loving

battle on your lips

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Sommelier

1.

 

You never know someone until you’ve hurt them.

 

What goes unsaid, unmeasured is what does the most effective job.

 

Combine the two and you create the perfect means to destroy your life.

 

You’re not thinking about rebuilding as the sky caves in.

 

The knowledge of how this is all self-inflicted adds to the weight of what comes down on you.

 

Hell is pressure without the possibility of relief.

 

Infidelity, like most lies about love and relationships, is less a means to advance your sexual agenda than a chance to experience an acute and voluntary shame. You nurse it like a poisonous child, and it drains you until your bones are hollow and each breath aches with the fear of discovery. You’ll beg anyone who finds out to bear the burden along with you. It is so heavy they will hate you for it.

 

I don’t say these things to re-frame my culpability.

 

It was a means of getting the sex which had died in my marriage. There is a terrible allure to being desired, it is like access to a drug which alters your perceptions. If I think of her, or see her, then there is a faint embarrassment at her face and shape. A plain, overweight redhead who seldom wore makeup, wore Triumph bras and fucked me with a ferocity which left me gasping.

 

She smelled of talcum powder and oranges.

 

My ex wife smelled of berries and white wine. The good stuff even though she seldom drank anything other than Lambrini or Baileys at Christmas.

 

My fiancee smells of coconut and butter.

 

I carry the faint stink of potted meat, popcorn grease and rancid butter. My breath carries a hint of acetone as my body is in a constant state of ketosis from not eating.

Scent is an appropriate way to gauge someone’s health or well-being. 

 

Now, sir, if you’d like to make your selection.

 

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Furnace

Acetone breath

Taut with the tiny fires

Of adipose cells aflame

All the saffron self deception

Running away like tallow

Days without sugar

But ever awash with

Sweetness

These intermittent

Diets of ashes and draughts

Have stripped off

The sagging skin

Like Phoenix down

Each breath

A road

A promise

I have endured

And still

Still

With each breath

Fuelling my actions

Faster than words

A gentle man, not

Always but always

A gentle man

Burning with reinvention

Purpose hot enough

To burn away the dark

Alchemical

Yet this beast has soft brown eyes

Which glow with such focus

Lit from within as I look upon you

with such wonder

Wonder

Wonder

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A beggars meal

Breathing easier

Despite the first soft kiss

Of winter

First snow in Washington

Saw people reading my work

who live in places

I’ve never seen

Feeding my wonder

Knowing whatever happens

I will ensure

But still

Heart unbuttoned

Feel free and broad

You’d see it if we broke bread

Watching salt spill from my fingers

Wine on my lips

A beggars meal

Made regal by perspective

My hand in yours

Rough and warm like

Mothers tongue rasping 

Cub skill into shape

Test

Celebration

All the same

All the same

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