A close encounter with a corkscrew and a spoon
stranger things have happened, stranger things are true.
Through rising steam and the sinking red
from the silver spoon to games of the dead.
Sweat-streaked limbs and sex-soaked minds
the view in front and the view from behind.
With ardour rising with the mercury pin
with sweat from brow to eyes that sting
like the stuck and the squealing, the open rose
the dry sickly-sweet tongue and the numbness of nose.
Pounding temples of the expanding brain
that surgical penetration which gives you no pain
just a speck of blood to mark where it's been
justified enjoyed, the elation obscene.
Watching the observers, the view back and forth
and what was spent must be ensured it's worth.
The fluids from inside now soak the shell
a sinister smile, glaring eye, preparation for Hell.
The goblets with life's blood both sipped and gulped
passages unfeeling and pounded to pulp.
Natures snow on the human-toadstool unflinching
the unity borne of nakedness and arms left clinching
hands reaching for more through flaming space
the 16 limbed tumult where pride has no place.




Billie Holiday she isn't.
The natives bomb the blue.
She wails and croons, sways with the lake breeze, while trumpet-face goes "Wahwah" and home-made ice creams melt just like love.
Tender thighs flash a glimpse of black-wrapped Heaven.
Shuffling snarebeats
ivory stroking gentleman stroking entertainment.
Sunstroking
fore-arms; blood-red burning
foreheads boiling with memories.
The most untogether clouds I've ever seen.
More teenage thighs sporting a pubic mound
tempting stares.
A darting tongue finds dry lips, wet lips
loose lips sink ships.
Home could be a boat or the curses of a tease.
The bully-boy promises to "Toe his arse".
Children scurry to bravado and swim to the closest shore
ants take to the cold discarded chips
the chips sit still, grow colder.
Abdomens replace thighs
a tongue in a navel; sweet dream
Second storey coffee and words put aside for next time.
Instant improvisation
guilt free masturbation
a life-time gestation.
She rests between sheets, turns a cheek, raises an octave.
"Viva"
you give me viva
I'll take your fever
centre stage songbird
Pagoda siren, a daylight torch.
They pack up a merry-go-round
shade creatures with words.
Trumpet face twitches to grass-blade tickles.
The father's face went rocky to a crab in the net
an infant can't fill mother's shoes.
"1, 2, breathe".
More thighs paddling with currents, straining against the grain, feigning interest.
Patsy Cline rose again.
Fats Wallered, hollered, and sluck back to rest.
The pier was too long to go anywhere.
Dive bombers from sodden white to glistening dark caramel.
"Please use rubbers when discussing any sexual disposition as a spit could become a dream worth dying for".
The swimming canine won't stop.
Virgin Mother and red-bellied Aunt refuse to weed.
A plastic rose replaces petunias and the need for maintenance.
One minute over-time denies access.
"Use your loaf".
Belching back a well-heeled lunch.
More thighs
more dreams.
Between nods the spectre returned.
The Bird, the song-bird
died young, wasted lives.




I could write a poem about love if some-one could share with me their dream.
I've seen and felt women I've craved.
At times as fantasies will, in my mind, I've found uncontrolled passion, eager parts discovering what makes them keen.
I was told that I was loved now I'm left alone, how can this be?
The eclipse causes the mind to wander.
A slight touch or held vision more than love could ever be, so real the want.
Is love the coupling of need to beauty?
In the eye of the beholder all things turn sacred
every scar a story
each movement the call to unification, a silent "Yes" amid the deafening crowd.
I thought I saw love ejected from a woman after nine months growing
it turned out to be nothing more that a shortness of breath, excitement at an heir to my throne.
Love forgave me a million times
shared my bed, my food
it never stole my money or left the borrowed unreturned like favours floating in lost memories.
So there it seems I know love after all.
It became mutual.