hypersexual

I got the hunger something chronic     I just can’t get enough to satiate my lust     I don’t care what floats your boat    I dig it    you can count me in    right here   right now       while our blood is hot     and the urge is on us      I’m as tactile as a shark     and as subtle as the bends    but I’ll gladly play any game of sentience and sensuality

I revel in that electricity    I’m alive with conductive potential   I’m a hostage to intimacy, my body requires it   I am driven by the flesh to seek the devil’s mercy    not that sex is wicked     I believe it is sacred     some say I’m a dirty dog      I think perhaps I am       dogs have no inhibitions      dogs know no sin

so let’s roll together       our ravenous limbs entwined     tracing the fleshy geometries      of our bodies    and our minds    I feel that I know you    and I can read your signs   you’re hungry just like me     and loaded with sexual energy     I’ll hold you tight     but love you looser    no marionettes      no strings attached      if we can ride the beast together    we can share that spiritual fusion       that’s ours but for a moment      before it gently fades away

 

killers

they say you can kill with kindness     but I don’t believe that’s true    no,   cruelty is a killer    indifference is a killer     and I’m a killer too     this world is a cruel place   its history is a catalogue of murder     they say life is precious     but people squash it     each and every day     there’s little love in people     they are killers by word and deed

birth is an act of violence      the powerful understand violence       they’re all killers too      I have stared in the face of cruelty      and seen the bloody truth      it’s either kill or be killed     in this infestation      because we’re all killers       it’s human nature    we were born to violence     and murder by degrees    I found the one I loved in this world    it was she who murdered me

euphoria

the most beautiful things in this world     cannot be apprehended by the senses      they must be felt by the heart     like the feelings that pass between lovers in moments of passion     I don’t know if it’s even possible to convey those feelings in words    manic sex is a form of communication fully tactile and totally emotional     to capture a picture of that, you’d have to paint with colours no-one has ever seen

feelings come and go, like clouds scudding by    they are never really constant     they tend to change through time     my feelings are hyper energized     but prone to painful inversion      the rush of pure exhilaration      gives way to dreaded apprehension      I wake up into nightmares in the valleys of despair    to lick my wounds and pray once more for the state of euphoria     and the joy that awaits me there

 

secrets

I gave away my secrets     they were weaponized by erstwhile lovers       who came in like avenging angels       to get my business fixed     but I untangled their machinery     and left them dangling by a thread      there’s an edge to certain words        sharper than a guillotine      but there isn’t a word for everything     so how many wordless secrets were lurking my bed      speaking directly to the heart      and bypassing the head?

medication

 twice in every day      I schedule my medication      I don’t get the good stuff       they save that for terminal cases      but I die a little every day       that shit’s for pain      so why not give it      to people in pain?     they say it’s all mental     that my kind of pain don’t qualify     wrong address  again   best test my reflexes     if I have any  left    I function out of habit     but I can hardly roll a joint    

perhaps it is all in my head      from an injury long ago     somebody damaged my psyche     and it never knitted together      I could fill the holes      with the help of god’s own medicine       the universal panacea       if they gave a prescription      of the proper medication     I could harvest pearls        from the bottom of the ocean       or scud across its surface      like a lonely albatross