wylde
Poetry I
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hot afternoon by the pool
licking prayers delivered to gods
essences
psychosis of life
sunbelly
Gollum Licking Icarus's Mind
come thick night
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The Scream, Edvard Munch
hot afternoon by the pool

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i slit my eyes
on your lips

tasting the sights
of your hips

in prismed heights
crushing hibiscus slips



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licking prayers delivered to gods

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suspended in ethereal wafting breezes
wilting arms scythe the sky aloft

i curl my head down
framed upwards between blended pliant
kneaded squeezes


while embryonic eyes close licking prayers delivered to gods awaiting trough


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essences

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i feel the scent in your eyes
sipping the words that they see
i taste the peace in your touch
hearing of the visions that will be

i smell the presence
of skin tightly talking
pounding up wordlessly


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psychosis of life


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conception
the psychosis of life
birthed in
legacies foretold
misformed abortions
conceived in perceptions
hand held
through experiences
unperceived
but terminated in
endless
feels
cherished beyond the gravity
of pulled bending
white light
reflected
from black
absences
stroked
in with each
reach
chewed
and suckled
from teats begins
never endings

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Gollum Licking Icarus's Mind
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frail winds lick me
tendrils
lashed slicing
upinthru
me
arched
tongue probing the skies
crying
dry storms
on swollen chapped minds cracked
questing
waiting for a drop of slippery manna
to slide from the thighs of the
expectant
pregnant heavens above
the plancenta
of my mentor
rained
in crimson
splinters of ambrosia
slivered in veins

rivering
into pools solaced
puddled

and undammed

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come thick night

.

come thick night pour yourself
over wholed wombed breasts
beaten as
flayed red limbs eyed in pouts
thrust ever along
the rivers of your tongue
whipping up the tips of sublime surrender
unmusked of altered states
while
sweaty residues
along the trail of powdered pasts
choppy skin limply draped
on thin lips coldly held
in every moment naught untold.


stealthy ragged mace
surely swept up
under arm
as i tug and race
to twist and turn
and bury
a one hilt handled face
along each surrended drip
slipping
along my knuckled grip
thrusting down your crevice
without trace    
sunbelly

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there is a quiet carpet
at the bottom of the furrowed calm
ploughed in threads which weave minds sunburst
from the belly of the sun
a gentle pelting of space
occluded by congruent tangents
it comes from an unsurprised mind
leaking offal
but dancing in the head
lights
super imposed over silhouettes
transmuted in
captured entrap raptured release
of expectations absence
being just being
human enfolded in a fob watch
unchained by a clipped lid
weighs of seeing
line chapped peaks
in a valleys drawn curtain
frosted panes shield shutters
calling odes
to turrets machine gunned allies
by byways
hunched along
shoulders bladed