Imprisoned in Jade

I've taken to you,
light tastes sweeter to my skin,
you're a precious stone.
My baser talents surface,
react to their surroundings.

Enveloped in love,
their are many dimensions,
dip my toes in each.
No arbiter of fine art,
definitions mine to form.

Focused on your eyes,
recognition of distance,
passion is neglect.
Territorial creatures,
I lock all my doors but one.

Museum of statues,
this hypostyle's silent pulse,
veins choked to a drip.
Stroke in the warmth of my swoon,
mind configured for dignity.

My gaze locked forward,
your presence there evergreen,
please adore my walls.
Thousand veils separated,
I've been imprisoned in jade.

Catch My Attention

A clicking, ticking chatter,
of pencils or chopsticks,
clatters against my mask.
A snarl in the hairs of my swing,
I turn to welcome each,
study it, define it,
let it impress upon me
pay the attention it asks.

Hanging from a spinning perch,
tracing a spiral path
with my bare, dangling feet,
butterflies surround me,
tickling my fingers.
Unfold me, I'm a leyline
and my cold spidermind
projects a focal web
at your destination,
and absent-mindedly,
I reel in your wishes;
symmetrical, we meet.

Immersed in your memories,
with no need for my own,
in assimilation
my reflexes quicken;
In a dimension alone,
I descend on a strand,
of my own goldspun hair.
I kiss a layer of clouds,
and perceive every mote,
in equal fascination,
compare the wisp of my soul
to a child among crowds,
wandering through a square,
with no desire to have planned
a route to any throne,
no capacity for bias
just hunger to be shown.

Digesting all this knowledge
without a care for its taste,
no patterns are noticed,
seldom are landmarks placed,
at the root, I am suckling
my intentions yet chaste,
I receive brillance
and I pay back in waste.

In the Time it Takes a Snail to Creep a Mile

Tonight I'm a well, I'm an oil slick in disguise
Preserved, constricted, bound by the gaze of the wise,
who in judgement name me filthy
together bind me
detain my spirit in these stocks that I despise.

Clinging to my body, my clothes rot from the inside
Silkwebs around me, spiders and craneflies collide
Be'elzebub embrace me, ha!
Cups runneth over!
Flow now, entropy, from this cocoon where I hide.

I bathe in a stream, now my skin blossoms with rust
Can they wash from me, scrub themselves clean in my dust?

No!
We breathe from different atmospheres
You're in your prime, your lake's a grail - drink deep of bile!
No!
In truth, our skins our not the same
In lineage, we've parents too vile to name -
Not apt for prayers!
How many layers,
of our borrowed skin can we both defile
in the time it takes a snail to creep a mile?

My own skeleton, made without my involvement
My sole memory, is my source of resentment,
for my makers silence critics
and damn all cynics
to a century of limbo in banishment.

I plead from my heart, for a devil's touch internal
For my filth, I'm a bride only fit for the infernal!

No!
We bleed from stigma's apertures
My only crime: my aches, I'm pale - no sleep for the vile!
No!
In truth, our casks are sin implied
In fond embrace, let sword and sheath divide
Instincts will sway,
my mind betrayed!
How far can we sink deep into exile
In the time it takes a snail to creep a-

Speak, they, of decency
while driving us inside
their sewer pipes, their burials,
their mortality denied.
Absurd, then, to couple here
but gluttony beats pride,
and we're beasts of proud depravity,
heirs to this foul tide -
we'll swell and split the banks
of the river we reside,
their surface shall never again
be blessed, and in sun, dried.
For vanity, humanity gave up, broke down and cried.

Yes!
We're fountains of humility!
Of grime, our wake's of Baal! You're steep in his guile!
Yes!
In love, our bodies hold us back
In hate, our sharpened teeth suit well attack!
In victory,
let blood ride free!
How well can my tribute quench this isle
In the time it takes a snail to creep a mile?

Chisels

I alter river courses I perceive, draughts of their waters offer scant reprieve, my fatal problem is that my cycles don't interleave.

Suns beat down and peel my skin away, but which borders can we trust to stay? My topographic features must expect to be betrayed.

A sudden crunching and I'm rearranged, now reconfigured for a different age where tongues are sown with chalk dust and the upright are estranged.

I, pulses duelling, reach my perigee, disgorged of honour and of privacy, must contain my essence for my blood is running free.

Now that I've walked to here, where you need me to be
Reach from the sky, my god, and disassemble me
Sacrifice my body, guide me with destiny
I am collapsible, and from the riverbed I'll spring again, a thousandfold.

Locked inside a cancerous cocoon, I draw my venom from my birth's lagoon, with my body as god's vial I'm drawing down the moon.

Burst from my prison with a lifetime's sex, an instinct grown to towering apex, your harem-family witness my seed's effects.

My merest gaze is your pregnancy, a single touch reverts to infancy, this splitting, raping lust respects no boundary.

Ragged surface slick with piss and bile, my muddy footprints trample and defile; I'm oozing lifeforce now - insistent and virile.

...

Burden us with every step we take, impelled to follow by this dreadful ache that bends our drying bones - but what good tools we hope to make!

Now that I've walked to here, where you need me to be
Reach from the sky, my god, and disassemble me
Sacrifice my body, guide me with destiny
I am collapsible.

We're Skeletonised

You'd like to improve?

Oh, there's so many possibilities, but no-one's distinguished in a heavy coat, in a cotton wool wrap. You're packed away, drawn upon the crease of our map, so when just one mote happens across your beam of light your leaves will wilt, your passions will steam and you'll have no-one to tell but the infinities...

...but we'd prefer you closer to null. We'll tell you this: you mustn't eat sellotape as it sticks to the tongue, stings the palate, which hinders the voice; you've sung of the distant cape - touching, but we're at home beneath the ridges of the solipsist dome, clung to the ribbons between the bumps of your skull...

...but simply because we work for free, we'll tear strips off you, we'll feed them to the stars - you'll gravitate to our way of sin, and if still you only cower in agony, jars of your nerves will grow fraught; when pain subsides you'll have clarity of thought, then we'll stretch your skin to as far as you can see...

...but be aware you'll be recognised, your every action anticipated, grokked intimately and pure in instinctual, automatic truth; you're a failure locked in bliss that's heaven-sent, a shell in sea-foam, drowned, you're not transparent and we resent that because we're skeletonised.

Becalmed

Raise my main sail and I pull perfect osmosis - when every lightswitch in the world is pressed in unison I'll spit whirlpools until they're shoulder to shoulder. My fanblades gouge out trenches and stir up leviathans too big for the keel; bitter sea squalls shear away fins and tailfeathers until we're all served in stew. Invincible with narcosis, becalmed in confrontation, locked in pirrhouette since the peak of my fugue, I dine.

Host(ess)

You whispered down my throat, now we share food to the kiss, our marriage yields a communal pulse and breath closed to a hiss.

My joints are too fertile, a pasture of skin, ants march across eyebrows while roots pierce walls within my smear-stained asylum, my briar-torn veins become ley lines that ooze worms; my full belly strains.

Ivy leaves climbing my raw, yeast-slick thighs, to a dewdrop of sweat my sweet blossom replies. You're choking on sap but I'm strangled with shoots - my raked limbs bear only the most rotten of fruit, my soil swims in cancer, roots pump me with rot, unfold in my womb to untie all my knots and break open my shell to free my tapeworm noose, let in all the carrion who still have a use for the filth that you raped, sewed your seed before flies did; as nature saw, you're caked in mud - but I'm gilded.