Warm poem

To make heiroglyphs of your homeland.
Passages of pebble and hedge
Intricate patterns a multifying
multitude of colour and shape.
In your eyes the glittering sensation
of audacity -
A lion sleeps in my bed
while the fire breathes
Blue gas flames of incense
Orange and yellow warming heat.
I feel my lover in my arms
and I know I am truly alive!

Adam & Eve by Lindsey

We are creation, no less than divine
when our spirits touch as they combine
my adam so pure with good intention
but what is a woman without
her temptation?

I was made for being my adam's eve
with weak innocence but I am no thieve
lend me your hand, close your eyes tight
I'll show you a taste of heaven's delight.

Sample a drink of this sensual fruit
and feel it's salvation with forbidden pursuit
we revel in this sweet fleshy water
as we are the tomb for the apple
tree's daughter.

United in rhythm our blood pulsates
may we be forgiven
for what here awaits,
we reach the core and
taste the young seed,
and how it makes
our young senses bleed

Eden awakes and glows
for it's hosts,
a new moonlight turns our
bodies to ghosts
my adam, a man, moulded
on god's own term
and I, eve, adapt to keep his
apple warm.

Venus & Adonis

Placid greek dreams
Venus & Adonis wandering
thru the forest
Day after day Venus pursuing
her handsome hunter.
Artemis & Diana the bastions
of Adonis's thoughts as he hunts
paying no mind to the
heat of Venus's womanhood
Cupid's infernal arrow striking
the one but not the other.

Faith

Silver green globules
of misty dew
approaching the
fountainous realms
of no-death
evolution the eternal kingdom
Birth of mystic spirits
So what lies in the
valley of creation?
Faith lies in laws
- with Jess at my party 18th Dec '09

Acceptance of Spirit...

Poetry unfolds again from God knows
what reservoir.
Self read Mona Lisa approaches
the realms of uber significant genius.
Barmy Art it seems is an endless association with genius.
Pi over Shakespeare.
Motionless sweeps of Rembrantesque
multifaceted brush strokes.
A brush is like a guitar.
Voice moves on the wall like cold metal thunder
- Oh the wall it sings of warm fate.
- Oh the yellow it sings of the
impending sunflower crows.
Tooth of fire grimace,
Tim the Roth KO's a millipede.
Swedish mountains call the
granite itself to rise.
Waxy earlobes, distinguished
in their fire topaz.
Wild fair orgy of DMT'd meta coffee.
Just coffee and cigarettes -
Man with noting confesses everything.
Soul poured, purged of all sin.
The Jesus eye as ever
sleek for the meek.
Fanciful bread and butter.
Last nights vino, best part of
a warm fire.
Sway again to the acceptance
of spirit...

Hot Sex

Rose -tinted glass in the starlight
Sordid sleeves, melancholic breeze
The Muse bends over the altar
Glass gecko piece ablaze
Breathing in, steamy dissolution
misty gliss of wet pussy
Gold-olive tanned spanking
Internal pull, hot pumpin' juice
dripping wet orgasms...
munching flash bulbs-doink
Raisins and sultanas fall from an
imaginary sky-cloud
Botticelli visions appear in
raucous doggy-style menagerie
yelpings of delight, soft ahh...
Angels descend, acid deepthroat
in abounded autumnal-winter dream
Purple colours thru our telepathic head
She sits, matted African locks
tangled together, I stroke her cloisters, wryly