
Maybe it’s the answer but sleep
I feel is out of the question
As your skin crackles with electricity
Surging through the nerve endings
Generating a force field that shocks
When our skin and flesh intersect
I know you want to play once again
Those night games in earnest
My wanton snake eyed charmer
Dancing only to the best tunes
Sinuously moving to a rhythm
Hypnotically vicious as a wet dream
Compulsive as the masturbator’s motion
As compelling as a large scale disaster
We don’t dare pause to consider
That our impulsive night games
Are careering right out of control
Skidding towards the concrete barrier
Even if we did do you doubt
That we would press down hard
Accelerating loosening seatbelts
Elatedly bracing for the impact
Of the ultimate folie a deux
A drastic re-configuration of identity
But come there are so many more
Games we could play in the darkness
I see you staring back at me in the bar
We are strangers meeting for the first time
That illicit thrill a depth charge to the core
I know of a hotel around the corner
A fine and private place I’m assured
Once alone together I promise
To do you so good to do you so right
Make you experience the exquisite
Head fucking psycho-drama of attraction
Once again this time with renewed emotion
Believe me I am never more serious
Than when I am playing night games
Shades of Ballard. Nicely done! I love the line: ‘as compelling as a large scale disaster’. Another compelling poem, Mr Cake.
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Ballard is There as well as Lautreamont and his bold insane similes. Though obviously I am nowhere in their league of going beyond logic or taste or propriety, more is the pity.
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Ah well, unknown or obscure is no measure of talent. You’re very good with the simile and metaphor
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Lautreamont was completely unknown for the longest while. It more that I am not as audacious as them.
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Well you still have time to develop that quality
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I think it is a natural thing you are either born with or without … I have a little bit of audacity but I am not sure that I could ever go that far out or even that I would want to.
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I don’t know… you have some pretty audacious moments in your poetry. Very actually
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Thank you. I will keep on keeping on.
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Compelling, commanding, and forceful writing, Mr. C. The image by Ellen Rogers is dynamic and a fine match for this. I like this very much.
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Thank you Miss Heart for the lovely alliterating compliment. I am very taken with Ms Rogers work as I am sure you have guessed already. I am glad you like this very much!
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This crackles along superbly, full of intensity and eroticism. A great piece.
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Thank you Chris…crackling with intensity is all I can ever wish for.
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Super, surreptitiously hot xx
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Thank you very much. I take it that is a good thing.
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Yes. Very!
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I am pleased.
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Phew, intense, Mr. Cake.
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Thank you Em. I like intensity as you know.
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It reads like a very visual scene, how do you so that everytime.
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I am not quite sure really. I always really wanted to be an artist but unfortunately I lack the talent.
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Of course you are an artist.
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Ah you are very kind Sue.
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