Honesty
look I’m going to be honest here
I want people to think
I’m one of those men
drawn to the inner light of a person
someone who has that unique gift
to sense the tender spiritual values
the hesitant sweet flicker
of the ethereal in a soul
and once I have that flicker
my heart is the candle lit by your flame
we fall in righteous burning love
but let me tell you
that is not the case here
I dig you in those jeans
the hug of denim on your calves
that brush of hairy wrist
when your each across the table
is what gets me burning
I don’t give a fig for spiritual values
for all I care you could be
a callow insufferable arrogant prick
really
I just want to get naked with you
I want to run my tongue over you
feel you do the same to me
take you
without the weight of personality
don’t tell me your political views
your favourite sport team is irrelevant
the last book you read
screw that
forget all pretences
of being intellectual thinking creatures
and be the animals
we are ashamed to be
I don’t even have to see you again
I won’t give you a phone number
don’t want yours
I just want you
head to toe mouth to mouth
wipe that shock off your face
it only comes from
all those years of inculcation
that to act like barn yard animals
is less than honourable
that to give in even once
to the rutting gut busting urge
is demeaning isn’t right
who wants to be right
when it feel so right
come on
I’m ready to drop my pretences
as fast as you can drop your pants
look I’m being honest with you
I know how rare that may be
when we have to commodify desire
to mask lust as art or apologize for it
but I’m not into apologies
unless its to say I’ll be sorry
if we let this chance go by
Part of the inspiration or this piece was hearing one to many poets (of both sexes) talking about how sensitive they were to the true essence of their loved ones. All too often, to me, these sound like a plea by the poet to be seen as being so sensitive you would be a fool not to have sex with them. In fact they are begging for you touch their cosmic transporting neither regions, what Zappa calls the latex solar beef, to experience true delight. Please please please.
My pieces about sex are usually frank, direct & often funny, sometimes sensual. I’ve found that often the emotional content is human-sexual as opposed to homo-sexual.
Though some people get the impression I write about my actual sex life all the time – let me tell if you had as much sex as people assume I do, I would not have time or inclination to write about it. 🙂 Others assume I’m a sex addict because I write about guiltlessly enjoy sex. I think that comes from that ‘inculcation’ by cultural & religious pressures – the message that pleasure is bed, suffering is good.
I enjoy the play of words through this piece as well – ‘the weight of personality’ ‘drop my pretences as fast as I drop my pants.’ As LMFAO says – I Am Not A Whore – if I was, you couldn’t afford me.
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December 14 – special guest spot – Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir
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