May 8, 2005
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eros…checked
arms
opened wide…in welcome
as legs quiver
in urges squeezed
uncontrolled…in anticipate and surrender
yet you cross them…decorously
perpetually guarded in gender habit
a virginal ‘potential victim’
of wild animal instincts
allowed to come only…in missionary zeal alone
soo very ‘proper’…in conformity
not quiet
the simmering undercurrent
‘sinning’ as waggling fingers point
in exploratory probe as rapacious intrude
clamors and claws..at the hidden
depths…subsumed in veils
of frustrations emptiness…in nooks waiting…for fulfillment
in primal seeking driven
for satiate…denied
in dreamy pursuit of an assumed immerse
an unreal…reality
a scenario
in which luck
a notoriously fickle lady
abandons formalities…in love
to churn in distress…and tidal spillovers
as waves of lust assault the senses
thrusting and parrying…to rip apart defense
oblivious…to cries that rent the air
or raw wounds that bleed
with hurt…inflammatory in express its mocking scarring
within its dying flow…ebbing
echoes of lament
of thirsts…unrequited
quests steeped in hesitancy
as renewed doubts rear up
in fear to open all
once again…in trust and fond connect
to share unmasked…private spaces
devoid of the artful…graces, shed in wild abandon
as true nature expresses itself
in musky intrigue
its mysteries…layers un-cloaked
in innuendo….seductive wisps…subliminal in their whisper
but so naked in its posturing
and acceptance
of sugarcoated illusion
a self…revealed
as fig leaves of inhibit fall aside
blown by lusts
as passions seed surges forth
to bud..in free air and full cry…setting aside claims
of this is NOT…’My way’ or ‘Mine’
this chosen path explosive in potential
a heady high in-deed of liaisons unconscionable
yet still sought
in tangibles
and attachments nursed
in dualities..milk of human kindness
nurturings…embedded in tomorrow’s hunger
or yesterdays pasts and today’s…staked
in hope of forever
for second comings
a pipe dream…never meant to have…or be
a relate duly acknowledged
reduced in eventualities…to
the tired ‘just friends resolute…a lets play
even if only…’games’
a ‘defensive’ play
discreet and relatively safe
inset…within norms
or if possible…saucy suggest
nuances of wordplay framed
in windows of distance and dalliance
emasculated of most guilt
as desires remain
repressed in ethereal realms
of streaky flash…not substance
in peek-a-boos…perceived and bound by self-define
always…so alone
as Eros stirs in sleep…of dreams
