Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Unwind

I Grew to find pockets nestled in this chest plate of mine
Soft like plush feathered pillows
Tugging heartstrings to queer padded pinnacles
Saw god and goddess,
Saw adam and eve
Saw man and woman on the top of some mountain peak
Both figures erotically consumed inside of me
Surrounded by light, sparked , and felt my body ignite
Wrapped my hand around the wheel, swerved round the sea
Until my knees buckled when you dove in front me
Like some beautiful mermaid described by ship wrecked refugees
Dreaming despite the breathing vibrations of Poseidon
Contemplating, where it began
When will this end,
Does my pirate ship sink, eventually we’ll think about this realistically
As we play battle games, with war paint, and sun screen
Giggling to catch phase, punch lines, and screen plays
Riding shot-y to your right side, my side, besides you’re my partner in crime
Dancing to bay slaps, hot raps, reggae beats, those rasta jams
Soul filled lyrics lifting our bodies to bass, snares, and cymbal taps
That attract like magnetic poles opposite in sides but similar in mind
Talking til jaws clicked and eyelids slip from moonlit skies
I see you as a friend, a lover at times, that’s why
My eyes blur in recognition now as clockwork unfolds
And my story is told,
Questioning if I should bite my lips
Or just let my tongue slip a bit
Slither past the cracks that interrupt our flow
The pedestrians that cross so slow
Streets that we grow to know
Grown to feel bombs erupt like Pele in volcanic afterglow
After you’ve captured my pleasure in rapture
I admit these thoughts pass on by as if
I never knew your softer side
Never touched rose petals plucked by river beds
Cause men always get our heads wrapped up instead
Wrapped up in bed where masculine territory can be comfortably tread
Naturally bred to progress this, blood flow, while love goes through
Salt lines, pre-determined by sociopolitical outlines that limit how I identify
What I objectify and what we project upon life screens
Is normative so we leave the rest unseen,
Tossing this hat of mine to ground
Hearing its sound
Echoing, beckoning killing my high yo
Trying to dismiss this feeling I’ve grown to like though
Aware of my place
Aware of our space
Aware of that uncertainty upon your face
I’m treading on ice
Slipping further and further away from this mic
I feel it deeply
Never thought I could,
Never thought it would
Never meant to unleash
All these curiosities
All these fantasies
Reconstructing now every damn reverie
Every picture painted, etched in tree bark memory
Cause Your eyes send shock waves down my spine
Each flutter, passing skylines, winged like dark butterflies
Approaching gold mines in crystal sunlight
I’m mesmerized by those almond dipped iris’ miss
Warmed like ignited firepits, Soothing frost bites
Burning brightly under rooftops
I can’t stand to your blinks
Can’t seem to breathe slow
When you flash batted eyelashes
To heart beats syncopating with tidal waves crashes
I want to sail through seas,
I want to swim underneath
Cross the marked streams
By these tracked maps I’ve come to need or
Dream over hazy clouds from match lit smoke rings
Pouring out of honey licked lips
With sweet drips and word clicks like clock work
You touch sun spots in my chest cavities
And I burst into star dust
Burst like fire pistol gripped trigger clicks
Burst like prison breaks
Balloon pops from fingertips
Heart valves pulsing too fast my chest quakes
And I cave to catch my breath
So you don’t feel my limbs shake
Don’t see my hands graze
My fist clenched to prevent
Assist in this struggle to contain
A pass to your hips
A stroke to your wrist
A touch to your lap
A caress on your back
So I stand alert stiffed “don’t let it in”
Can’t let my head spin
I’m treading on ice where the shards can
Splice spinal cord catching wind pipes by
Our History, history
Chemistry, Chemistry,
Ecstasy, Ecstasy
You got me weak in my knees and it scares me
Visually Impairs me
Brings me close to borderlines
Where love and lust,
Gender and crush
Blur into one big cluster fuck that I’m trying to unravel
In the midst of life’s travels
And I don’t quite know how to define it let alone
Confine it, so I let my insides unwind
Only to find pockets nestled in my chest plate
With traces of your fingers sketched by scabs along my ribcage

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