Naked Apparitions

Raised skirt hides her buried addiction.
Words that flow through broken mind.
I Sleep.
& Dreams begin.
I lie here. A naked astronaut lost in space.
Smoking ideas. Laughing in the quietness of my mind.
I smile. Though I cannot move.

Girl approaches.
The most beautiful vixen on the planet.
Her skin is hot. Her hair flows & her eyes alight.
I’d eat her if I could.

She swirls. A soft spin.
She scratches me.
Her poisonous talons bleed my arms. Muscles ache in yearning.
My dreams are lead. A spirit heavy with drink.

Her lips are moist. I see them glisten. I wish to stroke.
But fortune only pays for easy street walkers.
& She does no harm.
Smoke inhaled. Fluorescent red floats past.
& I rip the air in front of her.
She sweats.

White dress lolls on sheepskin floor. I love this child.
She is stoned & oh so cute.
She kneels before me as I lie on pandered chair. She looks up & I cusp her face in peace.

I kiss her & the dream begins again. Arousal starts in smiles which form across her youthful face.
An edible creature made from desire. I want her. I sought her. & in my mind I now possess her.
This crimson lipped goddess will know of truth tonight!
Will writhe with childish nervousness & focused ecstasy.

This is the girl I tell you about.
This is the girl who knows not of bliss & wanton lust.
Seduce her god & let me tease her.

For care for her I would .
& guide her sordid life, or best corrupt her myself.
& how much would we….or i….enjoy such bliss?
& so I smile.
& sleep.

a kiss.

~ a single kiss. A gentle tender hug of love. I would lead her well.

© ed simkins

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Unfocused Satisfaction

Cello plays. Soft thoughts mount. Confetti falls. An empty dream.
I pause for breath.
Skip to the end. Let’s play tonight. Let’s drink some food. Let’s play for stakes.
Or fail & cry & laugh some more.
Entry point. A scarlet girl. Her lipstick collar. I don’t care what you say.
I’m a spider. A word leak. A fountain of truth.
She calls. I hate her voice. The TV’s on, but I can not watch.
I turn to you & watch you fly. You’re drugged. The sky’s so dark.
My light illuminates the earth. The moon will disappear.
My fingers fly. I talk a million different shades of wrong. No need to fuck. Girl is naked.
A clothed horse goddess of a drunken industry. Whore? Or heaven sent?
I pause. Breath satisfies.
Call for more wine & spill my disease.
She smiles & I strip. She steals my clothes. She runs away & the music grows.
I slip – repeat.
A final draft. A hidden couch. The girl in white satisfies my hunger by blowing me.
A filthy thought. A nasty end. A pleasant crisp. Smoke. Lights dazzle.
Slow, slow, slowing down. White wine & collarbone.
Kisses of a hot head. A desire. No bed needed when the lakes are full of soft flesh & dreams.
White water rapids. Illegal pleasures. Eyes steam as I fulfil my needs.
Red lights, bright lights, walking away. Tiredness slumbers. The girl is gone.
The party’s over. Goodnight to the life. Car speeds.
The music electric, eclectic, darkening screams.
The people are younger. The distance approaching.
The edge takes over.
I fall.
The end.

~ Listening to The Verve, my head began to spin.

© Ed Simkins