The Heart’s Neuroses

Sometimes now and then
I have a hard time remembering when
I found you

If I’ve lost it all before…
If I stumbled back for more…

Once a neurotic dream
Now the whole world seems
Black and blue

(April 2010)

Slick Waves

I love the taste of your lips
To feel them pressed against mine
Your heat beneath my hands
Sweat slick, riding the waves
I love the feel of your pulse
I feel safe in your arms
And can take control of the world

(July 21st, 2009)

Self

A spadish woman, sharp of the tongue. Has a great distaste for improbity. Eximious in nature, eclectic in taste. Veridity is of great importance. Did I mention, takes great pleasure in overly eloquent words?

Chaos in Nature

She is Chaos in extract, she is the cataclysm to my chemical compound. And in the end she was failures sweet release. She sparked hope, like Humble County sparks blunts. She was burning passion and empty fashion. No face did not turn, many eyes she made yearn. She built desire like Egypt’s great temple. She was slave to her ways, and victim to choice, she danced with life and gave wings to her voice. Think not of the loss but only the gain, for life is but ordered and mostly so plain. She was confusion marked by chemical fusion, she was ammunition with no end. She is volume enough in ways few but see, she is Chaos in extract and failure to me.

Shaun Luhaorg-Edwards 2007

Ephysian Providence

Twisting hips
Divine retribution on your lips

Protrusion, imminence
Your chest heated and tense
Consume a breath, so immense

Writhing flesh, we collect what’s left

An accord of resistance
Through your cold fingertips
In tiny sips, your teeth pinch

Eyelids flutter, muscles contract
Escapism in it’s final act

(Oct 8, 2010)

Oh the ways in the world
How we watch them sway
And let them cause delay

Wishing and waiting
How we let them fall
Like it’s nothing at all

please.

please find me
please feel me

please search my soul
please devour me
please consume me whole

please hold me
please push me

please pull me in
please whisper in a way
as if to say
there’s comfort in our sin 

Middleman.

I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent. 

I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding. 

I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges. 

You are the breath in my lungs
The shiver in my spine
The sweat down my back

You are the curl of my toes
The moan over my lips
The arching of my bones

You are my smile
My tears
My squealing uncontrolled

your howl sings to me
like the tapping of rain on a tin roof
or wind blowing through the trees
beneath a full moon
the night sky aglow

your fur tickles me
like the feeling of a sparrows tail
or sun shining on wet skin
damp from the river
that lets you swim in it’s flow

your growl entices me
like the eyes of a once lost lover
or soft lips on bone
accents of femininity
that want your touch

and to give you fever
baby, howl at the moon

and to show you’re eager
purr, because I’ll be there soon