You say you love my mind the sensuality of all I say how you long to craft a reply answer all the longing I’ve raised You lie awake wondering of my words ‘A glimpse is not enough’ you say ‘I want conversation deep I want to memorise your soul’
Still I shiver for that burning connection a longing less-refined can’t you boil for an inch of this can’t you itch for my lips to be held in these thin arms again You’d sweat and burn at night for our next physical encounter
Your fingernails should mark my skin There should be bruises left like sonnets In the meteor impact of our collision You’ll see the spark of my soul there As I shiver up inside you
You bite your lip as I show my strength and repeat until we melt into one Forget the reading, forget the speaking bite my shoulder prolong this feeling Away with words Cut this talk let me at you
Away with words, fuck these sentences I want silences split with kisses Sucking sounds and bitten skin Trade intellectual for the sexual As we do those things we do So, away with words Cut the talk let me at you
[2010]
Thanks for reading this old poem.
I’d posted an extract from this one on Twitter last week and people seemed keen. This is actually part of a much longer poem but I’ve robbed all the best lines from it for other poems over the years. These are the remaining (previously unshared) parts.
Years are piling up around us the shape we make get whittled more precisely Tongue and groove lock ever tighter I want to spell it out the way we did when we were younger I want to paint my love across his skin but I’m blocked before I try My body gets in the way…
The house we built swaddles us so comfy The nest follows our shared blueprints Complimentary thought in tessellation I want to speak this deep connection plainly The way I know he longs to Wash our busy brains for some short instant but I’m stopped before I begin My body gets in the way…
Not tonight, not any night it’s too much to deal with I’m told it’s not an issue but I can’t hear it I know the barrier won’t lift and no matter he says my body gets in the way…
She came to me with pride and her sealed conditions said she wanted someone she could trust with a rousing proposition to ease her cobwebbed lust
It was cold out there on the avenue I’d been walking lonely for some way it was the idleness of her greeting it was the hint of warmth within
There was little choice to make and nothing smart in my reply ‘just come inside, keep it between the universes of you and I’
It was an idle flame that we both tended its very dimness was the whole idea but standing up to leave one morning I must have knocked a pillow into the flame…
The Lighthouse 