backseat expansion please breathe like a carbonite dream in a sunset together with lovers entwined in the back of a cab with the motor still running and bodies unpeeling with daises unfolding outside of my drawers. don¹t stop we¹ve just started and sorry you¹re blue but I have my needs and I have desires and I have my mottoes to keep me from cracking apart like the heart of a lover that¹s failing so peel off my pants like denim pajamas and just let me stay and pretend that I love you so you¹ll give me head and I¹ll leave before dawn with a note by the door saying call me round seven in bridgetown new guinea I¹ll hole up there waiting for you to forget me. You¹ll find me curled up in a shack without shutters and cobwebs in corners where mattresses musty smell richer than incense and fouler than virtue I¹ll lay you down sweetly submitting completely in dust filled down beds without covers around us our sex play unfolds here and I snore contently so wrap me securely in passion and dread where the minutes die slowly in dreams so peculiar that you can¹t refuse me and I can¹t ignore you but only remember the wisps of your name as once it was spoken with flirting and hinting our aim to indulge in the lusts that we shared. I¹m charging and weaving myself in around you submitting to lusting so lost in a moment where time can¹t stand still and the forest unfettered grows wilder than promise my feet rest on tree roots your hair mingles freely with bugs while the dead leaves form bedspreads laid out just like overused condoms our feet intertwine as I call out your name to your heated replies whispered close to my ear spoken close to your thighs your innocent skin becomes pliant your body reliant on tracings that pour from my fingers exploring the form that you¹ve chosen to taunt me entice me pretend to seduce me I use you to free me from moral constraints so we make love in fields and we make love in fields where the angels fear stepping. the lullabies dawning on sweet lips as I feel you kiss me and suck me and leave me alone and beguiled and softened like butter left out in the heat of a flame borne romance our open mouths promising permanence all and all fading in one stray eyed glance. the intrigue of souls played from end through beginning as snakes intertwine around frailty and viperous lusting for cab fare while all of the bullshit lies dead in the fleeting mid afternoon sun.
Reason for writing:
I felt like writing something different. Something with a driving rhythm, probably because I've been listening to a lot of techno recently, and I like the insistent bassline. The underlying image is of making out withsomeone in the back of a cab, where their form and identity is unimportant, and you get more and more wrapped up in lust and not caring who you're with that you can't even tell where you are.
This will definitely be in my second book. My first book, published at the end of my senior year of high school was decent, I suppose, but I've gotten a lot more in touch with the drive and rhythm of poetry as it is spoken, and I think a lot of my newer work reflects that.
I relish comments and reactions, and I have plenty of other material to be revised, so if anyone wants to write to me and see some of the other stuff that's going on. i hope you liked the poem.
blinking through blue- gray saggitarian eyes.
Craig McEldowney
Shaded Sight
Mephisto
Red Velvet
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