I never seem to catch you at the right time You’re the cup of coffee that I only sip when hot enough to burn my tongue Or cold enough to put me off to the habit all together Yet still I am an addict for the alertness you bring me each dawn And despite that you are my morning ritual You are also the cause of my headaches My jitters My bitter attraction
So what if your touch burns my lips Or if I find you sour when cool Let me have my drug by any means Or dare abstain altogether
Elegance comes at a price. It is the training of the being from a trauma that has been. The smoothest surfaces are friction conquests of sandpaper onslaughts. The much less graceful yet equally admirable effort of the sander.
It comes at a steep price. Steep as the majestic slopes of country mountains, risen from earth by fire and worn by water from air. All of the ancient elements are expended of centuries to produce the solemn silence of the hiker in its view.
The clinking of delicate porcelain cups sound like civilization to me. Beyond the whirring of machines and buzzing of electricity, tea sets offer a sense that we have dominion over the world and that society can work. Industrial engines command the planet’s surface. Computers eliminate the span of miles between cultures. Yet to slowly brew water and leaves, to look another in the eye as you sip staring over delicate porcelain edges, taking time for soft words all while aware that the universe is designed to destroy is. This is civilization. This is Elegance.
You brought the tray my way and invited me to sip and speak as your poured my share. Your motions were calculated years in advance. Eyes followed fingers, which moved as if they stroked a harp. Arms kept near as your waist turned to extend reach. Slowly, of course. I watched found the same mountain edges. From a distance I could traverse with a fore-finger you cast a shadow on the horizon. And I was a weary hiker in my most solemn moment.
What trade did you make to move as you did? And with whom did the transaction take place? How were you ever so wealthy as to afford being as elegant as you were the moments I fell in love?
Touch your body to me Let the space between us shrink So I can crawl into it Cloister myself from the bigness of the world And join in flesh with another being To frighten away the monsters I’m afraid being a person is far too hard So let me For a while Be two. Let me borrow your soft mass and cloak myself in your senses Existence is frightening So help me disappear into blissful non-being Dissolving into actions not my own Behaviors we both intended Let us become them Until I can bear living again
I perceive more miraculous anomalies in one nanometer of your anatomy than in the nativity. Never have I felt an affinity so near infinity My mind is a magazine, and you An Emmy nominee Nominally amazing In every manner you can manage I am a man enamored of your image Even imagining your mammaries Your beauty damning, demanding the greed of Mammon It’s mildly maddening Being mentally un-emancipated from the energy you emanate Trapped in your very memory Meaning with the best amenities As an important emissary imprisoned with no indemnity. Appoint me to serve you Saying Namaste on my knees I’d admonish your enemies and nemeses Mend endemic emergencies. Madame, Please allow me to meet with you intimately.
Your breath told its tale First, along your bare Tremoring belly Long before escaping across To the shore of my shoulder. It gave itself away to my palms Through your pelvis To gentle fingers Finding seismic quivers.
Waist deep, Wading in moments Lower your head Breathe deep Dive in with me I into you
Let your lungs betray you Have them whisper to me And I’ll return my own Carrying one words in response
Flickering in the corner of my eye Sparks of red and waves of heat Surrounded the vision of a dancing flame Which warmed me to be near Though who’s blaze Behooved me to stay my distance I could not touch for sake of it Nor approach for her brightness Yet in glancing I found her more-so lovely As it seemed to fuel the pyre Encouraging her vibrant glow And enlivening her With tumbling dark wisps above I am allured by her To receive baptismal benediction in fire As she stirs my spirit Dance, And engulf me with your tongue of flame Smother away my breath In your smoky plume Envelop me within you Let me learn your temperature And as my body too ignites I will then scorch you in kind
Her curves were perfect from spine to sphincter God made miracles each joint he linked her A tincture No strings attached Love potion number nine, brew another batch Bring it by the glass and by the bottle Mind the throttle, pull the lever Let’s endeavor to explore Behind closed doors What’s in store In this room in Ibiza This woman is a trip Have to go renew my visa She’s a pleaser So am I She invites me So I try my luck And gamble with the slot machine She tells me that it’s hot Jackpot What a lovely scene