Saturday, 19 October 2013


Dry lips meet lipstick, take
taste first, fruit perhaps, or
subtle perfume as mouth
acquaints mouth, all the senses
bemusled, bumfuddled,
shaken awake by the
first tiny tip of tongue
teasing teeth to open,
wrestle a while, get to
know each other properly.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Do we dream of freedom or desire?

In the dream there were only couples
and me—I’ve no idea why—and the
woman I was paired with was nervous,
unsure of her attractiveness, why she  was
doing this, who she was or
wanted to be, so we only
shared a kiss, her tongue
tentatively exploring freedom.

Later in the dream, across a
crowded bar, our eyes met, hers now
demanding that I ignore the alarm,
sleep longer, dream deeper,
forget her previous hesitancy and
just take her.