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Love And Lust On Hallow’s Eve

Love & lust in the darkness, 
Here where the fears of hauntings pale, 
Drawn in deep, 
So lifted beyond, 
The scares of our pasts, 
To new and ever present pleasures.
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Today’s is a poem about feelings surrounding loss and the frustration at not being able to let go.  I first wrote this as a kind of sketch of thoughts I was wrestling with almost a year ago – a kind of exercise in exorcism  – and having given voice to the frustrations I left it at that.  Like so many things done in a moment of raw emotion it is only when returning to them later that you begin to see something more in the work.  So I’ve given it a little edit just try and improve the cadence.

Lost Love Is A Duplicitous Thing

I am so tired of thinking of you,

In that way that colours,

Every possibility,

With anybody else. Read the rest of this entry »

Pulling Close

August 29, 2012

Man pulling woman close in ecstasy

This is simple yet highly charged erotic piece today which in form falls somewhere between poetry and prose. I say this because I’ve allowed the rhythm and cadence of the writing to change throughout as I focused on descriptions of the sight and sensations experienced. It is essentially autobiographical, in that it describes one of my own sexual experiences that began with frustration on both sides, but through a combination fast acting on desire and an expression of strength and tenderness turned into an incredibly potent erotic event.

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This short piece of romantic poetry came from a pretty familiar place – lingering desires and care for a past lover. For me I think the title also offers up another interpretation – that of the fantasy we can create around a person. In the simplest terms possible the ‘once upon a time’ motif… oh jeez you’re not idiots. I think you get the idea…

The heiress I cannot forget - I'll always care for you Miss Laine.
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The Kiss, sculpture by Auguste Rodin

A new Valentine’s poem. Inspired by my heart’s desire, of love, care, admiration and lust, I have looked to draw on a combination of different classical imagery and cultural reverence, referencing different, yet beautiful, artistic forms. Auguste Rodin’s exquisite sculpture ‘The Kiss’ takes its form in capturing the passion of two lover’s embrace. The reverence in Māori culture of the islands of New Zealand for the precious greenstone which they call Pounamu (also known as jade in China) is representative here of the reverence for a lover. In ancient Egyptian culture Nefertari was a principle wife and queen of the pharaoh Ramesses the Great and the name itself means ‘Beautiful Companion’. Read the rest of this entry »

No Love Protection

October 26, 2011

Firstly an apology, it’s been a while since I have updated this blog and high time I started tending to it more regularly. Thank you to everyone who has been reading & commenting on my stories, poems & viewing my Sinful Sunday photos in my absence.

Man kisses sleeping woman's forehead - protection

For today’s piece of new writing I’ve been working over a theme which has occupied my thoughts a great deal over the past month: protection from love. More specifically the way our past experiences of heartbreak can lead us to shy away from readily allowing ourselves to love again, to protect ourselves from the chance of similar pain. When desire takes hold of us and starts to form feelings of such power they can wrest control from us, do we push them away to save ourselves or do we let ourselves fall? As with most things it may depend on timing and personal circumstance. Are we ready? Is my life at a place of readiness for this? I don’t know the answer. But I hope this piece of writing sheds light on some of my experience, my point of view and my hopes. There is no erotic content in this poem so no age limit or content warning applies. Read the rest of this entry »

Heartfelt Ineptitude

August 8, 2011

Blue Rhapsody by mysza831 on Flickr.

Something different from me today as I step away from the usual erotic themes to muse on the wondrous foibles and fantastic floundering that we can be prone to. I feel fairly justified in taking this as a subject matter alongside erotica as, after all, erotic moments and sex have there founding in relationships whether they be long term partnerships or fleeting encounters. The piece I’ve written for today is in part a confessional, part exorcism as I attempt to expunge some wrangling thoughts over fumbled communication with a sometime lover. It is not erotic or graphic but does concern adult themes.

I came across a quote a couple of days ago, by the mid-twentieth century American novelist John Barth, with which I really identified:

“In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.”

I think that statement could be extended throughout a lot of things in life beyond art & lovemaking (although they are surely the best things in life). But this short poem is not about heartless skill nor passionate virtuosity. This is my heartfelt ineptitude… Read the rest of this entry »