Saturday, April 14, 2012

Sex Dreams


Prelude............

If I could once
be the Moon
lover of stars
caresser of the sky
making indecent proposals 
to Jupiter
bringing healing
to Mars

To rapture and dance
above star lit heavens
known to you as streets
casting pearls into your wine
known to you as oceans
to breathe once divine
into your romances
into the night of your Gods
known to you as lovers

If I could once be the Moon
just once and then no more
I would bedazzle and shine
leaving you in peace
before I made love
to the Sun

These next few poems were inspired by dreams of sparsely clothed intertwining unions with lovers past and those of my imagination in the chambers of night visions and conjunctions conjured from heat infused sleep. 

I had a dream
that we were kissing
my tongue
parted your petals
and our lips
shared a smile

We fell softly
to the earth
where I heard 
you moan
and you
felt me
become stiff

How much I craved
our liaison
in this dream
but chose instead
to open my eyes
for fear
I would never
awake again
trapped forever
in your interior
from midnight 
to midnight 
to midnight
draining me
of all seed
until 
I could
love you 
no more

-----------------------

The house
was one
I knew
from my childhood

Many others
milling around us
oblivious
to our intercourse
in plain view of our
demonstrative passion
I cannot silence
but only in the caress
of your thighs
when you wear
those boots
and naught else

We revel
in anonymous sex
and I want
not one drop
of blood you draw
from my back
licked 
by curious members
of our 
invisible 
audience

The dew
of your pussy
conquers the aridity
of cruel summer
and rains upon
my fevered 
anatomy
and hopelessly 
engorged
headstrong
antenna
endlessly 
searching
for the lost yin
cruelly severed
and discarded
leaving yang
to wither 
and die
resuscitated
and reborn
as I come 
breathlessly
into 
your 
eternal 
mystery

--------------------------------

Tho not here
still you remind me
of last midnight

Even before 
my eyes
arise
I am immersed
in a slumber
unsettled
grinding 
your invisible hips
into the vortex
of pillows and blankets
stirring solitary 
earthquakes
rattling pristine 
china closets
resulting in cascades
of fractured porcelain
across unctuous sunbeams
kissing the chilled 
darkened floor

Finally 
bleeding
thick whiteness 
upon my 
quivering 
skin
tremors
resounding 
and recurring
until
silencing
the air
of this morning
temporarily
my love

Songs of winged minions
take to the sky
proclaiming of heat
emanating from
curtained windows below. 

-----------------------------------

I wake from a dream 
to find you 
gracing my sheets
with your nudity 
concealed only 
by your auburn tresses
and your ripeness
concealed 
by 
nothing

We share 
heated breath
creating friction
drowning
our shared
and starved
wilderness
in a cascade
of sparks
culminating
in rapturous fire
and rain
rain
glorious
fucking
rain

Sweet dreams, dear ones.
All my love, always and forever.
Max

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