SURRENDER
Share my side
This morning's dawn
Open eyes
When dreams have gone
Lay on me
Inside my arms
I'll hang on words
That slip your tongue
With fingers fold
Into my palms
Nails bite
Till blood is drawn
Dare and guide
My hands like ponds
Surrender King
The Queen has come
"JUST FRIENDS"
Your warm breath
Inside my hair
Words caress
Then disappear
Like our secret
Love affair
"I love you, Dear.
But please, not here.
Those who know me,
might be near."
Your naked stare
Knows all, I like
"Never ask, never lie."
Messages
For me alone
Written down
Our secret code
Long goodbyes
Surprised hellos
Crowded rooms
The telephone
Open shirts
Skirts unzip
How we kiss
Is how we miss
Wine and words
To never cry
Lie and laugh
Our alibis
Flowers, cards
We've not the time
All your prose
A single line
When it ends
We both know
Those who ask
"Who, us ?
Just friends."
INCUBUS
What stays
The shadows
Without heart
invites the cold
Leaves His mark
Fouls the corners
Breathes the eaves
On occasion
I believe
I've been told
The fear the dark
Restless wakings
From a dream
Incubus
Crawls across
like black moss
The ceiling beams
Spins a web
Hangs his thread
Silk as soft
The clothes my bed
I dare not call
On fear but lust
Race my pulse
Draw my blood
The morning dew
Glistening
Fresh and promising.
I see the dew
As you lick your lips
Eyes caressing my skin.
Your nubile flesh
Firm and shapely
Shivering under my touch.
We share tender caresses
Innocent kisses
Burn like embers.
We share the same curves
The same places to explore
But your map is an unexplored treasure trove.
Goddess on goddess
Mind on mind
Touch on touch.
No equal in thought
Or practice.
I’ve got fine lace lingerie.
Where is the poet
with soft hands?
We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
Love
this easy?
Highly suspicious.
I much prefer perplexing
lust.
Did the church bells ring?
When I saw you, some Other angel,
you tilted your chin up
and raised your brow in kind.
It must have been.
The church bell, like a shift whistle.
It's safe to take that drag,
only I can see you.
The bell has rung.
Take off your wings, and walk to me.
Pull me from this perdition,
put me to your lips.
And drain me like that cigarette.
She sees in bearded baba
a radiating white light
follows him with trust and peace
alone in the bed meets him
for mantra in the ear
only to discover
a rapist narcissist
reciting his ode to sex
in three-word phrases
Why Am I Always
Holding My Breath?
If I Breathe, My
Breathing May
Swell...
And The Tsumanis Create
Where Thhhheeyyy
Crest.
***
Overwhelms Darkness
***
Where It Hurts.
***
(Make's It MAD!)
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2026
Against those throes of untimely demises that Hormel chili should usher in surprises, or so the weapon goes to the kiln where kilts affray melt ire still, but beside the moon, that heavenly crest shan't ring new tones, the silent rest, whereupon one green stamp made this here, reap and commala like times past my dear, where one thing never finds Ms. Garland and another may leave her, is it simply constructed or beaten and beleaguered? I beat the metal hot and strong, but saintly serpents proved them wrong, the energies aglow like fires unkempt, the hearth and mantel heavens lent them and showered the earthly with cures galore a poor poet's boy, Aurora's demure.
Hitch-hiked along the East Coast 1968-70
multiple times
Picked up by mini-buses
marijuana high times
Dated a filthy rich gal whose 1971-72
backyard was Hamilton College
We climaxed every night, alright
but didn’t gain any knowledge
Pledged the fraternity where 1969
‘Animal House’ was shot
Quit the very next morning
learned to quit a lot
Got a D- in a Shakespeare class 1971
blamed it on the professor
Retook the same course
almost got an F from his successor…
They say the best teacher is Experience
~ I must have heard ‘Experiments’
_______________________________________________________
This is all completely true, so help me - gulp - G-d!!
I said to myself: ‘You deserve more
than the drivel you’ve put up with.’
Walked in, no expectations.
This club? Just an escape.
One weaponized wink
froze me in place
purring ‘I’ll
be your
prize.’
I painted the dance floor with the strongest
smile, because I had no choice but to move.
Close
closer
shoulder to shoulder..
I went a little crazy just to take in your aura,
that energy controlling all of the fire in you.
Shoulder to shoulder
closer
impossibly close..
I channeled that song to capture a spark
and maybe dive in and go for your heart.
Loud
louder
heartbeats slam like a drummer.
Hitting my soul and demanding that I ask
‘Your moves beg me to run your red light.
What the hell is your sign?’
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