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.........eclectic mangling with each dextrous touch, fine lines begin to smudge,
reality blends with fiction, body becomes an instrument, instantly switched on, fingers-the intimate,
high octave tinkering, pursed lips to the sky-the vocalist singing,
just how I want her to, sweet like this, as she reaches the high note I blow a kiss,
to the sunlit heavens, eyes closed, lids show a redness,
hotspots under my skin made to dance with a headshake, then a pause, open my eyes, awake,
knees want to join in, one step away from Tigger boinging,
as I hunt for the remote, volume increasing with every note,
stopping just before distortion, body moving like my old (Addidas) Torsion,
trainers, feel no tension, my brain is,
switched on but cruising on auto pilot, I'm left to admire, violin violet,
piano pink, guitar green, an orchestral rainbow, every scene,
enhanced by their touches, my favourite artists, no paint brushes,
stripped down to the basics, have to love that feeling when the bass hits,
face scrunched, blurring whatever light is on, look like I've been upercutted by Mike Tyson,
but feeling no pain as my feet leave the floor, a 10 second count, more,
suspended animation, Brad Pitt in Snatch sort of levitation,
floating on a smoke cloud, music thunders beneath me, loud,
floorboards vibrating, cobwebs swinging with the speakers' exhalation,
as they inhale, hairs stand on end, body reads like brail,
each bar stitched together perfectly as a new artist tries to make rap history, their story-telling works for me, the Bayeux tapestry,
in musical form, beats used to intrigue, prolong,
the experience, body moving with agreeable obedience,
focussed but thoughtless, each word, note, adding more to this,
meditative meander, a mind expander,
with no prescription, back alley purchase, a beautiful addiction, no negative surplus,
every part of you consumed for that moment, music is life, you own it,
let it trickle over you like time, follow to the very last line,
and beyond, 'til words stop, abscond,
from the page, a blank sheet left, an empty stage,
this track fading out, ready to welcome the next, no doubt about to molest,
me further, further towards euphoria, that faux fur softness has me wanting more of her,
softly touching my extremities, fingers like sea anemonies,
as I'm forced to stop writing, anticipating a classic, then the bass kicks right in.....
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Early morning, slightly subdued, a drawn out yawn reflecting my mood,
slope to the kettle, body distorted by its metallic curves, amuse myself for a
while, infusing with herbs,
while my head changes shapes, prepare my tea as the vapours,
start to rise, steam hits my face, close my eyes,
let the wet warmth refresh, body and mind starting to mesh,
aided by 1xtra on the TV, blue screen showing, first sip of tea then smoke
blowing,
a beautiful release, tenderly at first, like those tinkering keys,
in (Digital Underground's) Dowhatchulike, pretend my spliff's a cordless mic,
each word elongates or collapses with my breath, feel more bounce in each
step,
taking control, dance music blessed with a soul,
a 60s freedom, before this note perishes I'm pleading,
for the next to strike, a tai pan-boxing as my fingers type,
without the keys, trying to feel the intricacies,
of this melody, soak them in through my skin, at my fingertips they begin to
begin,
slow percolation, travel every vein, artery, building to a crescendo, reaching
the heart of me,
feel it beat harder, deeper, club lights appear with eye closure, a UFC sleeper
as I hug each shoulder,
self embracing, ash altering tattoos, a new creation,
my mind wandering while the DJ burbles, Jessica Eniss's **** doing the
hurdles,
only exquisite thoughts, eliciting the illicit, her body contorts,
in slow motion, as the intro prolongs she melds with the ocean,
the ocean with the beach, the beach with the dunes, soon I'm back stood on
my balcony, consumed by the tunes,
each note, bar, verse, look out to nature, 'life could be worse,'
'life could be better,' an eternal conversation, my consolation a constellation,
of shining stars, bars and bars and bars,
not drinking, not drunk, have some of this stinking skunk,
it's starting to work, feel their vocals envelop me, a whole body smirk, DJ
telepathy,
seems to know my highs, my lows, flows with me then starts to oppose,
trying to provoke me, ignite me, then she strokes me lightly,
so softly, DJ B.Traits, doing it properly,
both hands working, head tilted, expletives-unfiltered,
an unhindered exuberance, her on the decks decadence,
taking me higher, I'm addicted, her my supplier,
hit after hit bringing feelings of euphoria, so sensual, need to hear more of
her,..............
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Liberated Part 1 of 2
Liberated after years of incarceration, body and mind vacation,
somewhere tropical, just shy of the equator, feel unstoppable as pen and paper,
intimately dance, a tickertape parade on hot sands,
raining lyrics from my life, a celebration as I flick through my vinyl, hands aloft, a beer and a reefa, like I'd scored in the champion's league final,
was holding the trophy, spilt suds soak me,
immediately evaporate from my skin in the heat, body obediently following the beat,
or is about to be, 'we are the champions, we are the champions, we are the champions,' mentality,
feeling as high as that last note, about to unleash the dancer, the poet,
move outside, lured by the beautiful weather, feet feel light like that Forest Gump feather,
perfect backdrop: our English scenery, nature acting in this scene with me,
dramatic in approach, a convincing, fluid performance, beautiful voice but muted by my cordless, headphones, they allow me to find my own meaning, words from poems,
replacing the chaffinch chirp, the rook's rasp, the creak of timber in the wind's clasp,
slow intro beats replace the drip of a snow-cap melting, high tempo beats, the rain pelting,
lightening, thunder, a pirate on the plunder,
cutlass slicing during the sullen tones, then bang, musket shots, skull n crossed bones,
activated by a starting pistol, feel it ear to ear, Caribbean waters, crystal clear,
as I dive in, look skyward, watch my breath bubbles rising,
magical as the light filters through the surface to meet them, follow them back, pick up the beat again,
fully inhaling, feel like I've found that holy grail thing,
as I take another drink, moving back the years, as shoulders slink,......
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Part 2 of 2
..............to naughties, 90s, 80s, rap and dance, circumnavigate the globe, my circumstance,
improving, make my girl smile like that girl in the Louvre, n,
spread her wings like that northern angel, our thoughts connected by cable,
as we reach for the heavens, cutting 4s, 8s, 7s,
with our burning spliffs, slowly bubbling beers, music mixing with my voice between her ears,
her perfect symphony, conveying how much I love her simply,
verbally holding hands, kissing, more, shedding inhibitions, flung on the floor,
exposing parts that aren't sunburnt sore, Victoria's Secrets, Agent Provocateur,
my old tartan boxers following, she starts to pole dance, nowhere to stick a dollar in,
but appreciation's shown, increased tongue speed as I scribble this poem,
where the sand meets sea, the ocean etch-a -sketching me,
all past mistakes forgotten in the waves, her pert bottom convexes, concaves,
in time with nature's surges, as hands cup her breasts, feel a resurgence,
close to divine, always have three points of contact when you climb,
don't think I can reach much higher than this, then a slow, soft, lingering kiss,
warms me whilst chilling, beautiful heat followed by a breeze, a swarm in my mind, bumble bees,
only my queen in focus, buzzing together in a summer shower of affection, a lotus flower erupting, our combined reflection,
two bodies as one, me and my beach, me and my girl, almost in reach, can feel that hair curl,
as my hands slowly glide to a Mike Jackson oldie, locks and locks flow by me, goldie,
in colour, forming a halo in the sunshine, a feeling of liberation, knowing she's mine,
and she's out there somewhere...
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