Vines

I want to be smothered in blackberry and ivy in the inebriated drips of this honey thick heat,
Every barbed tendril puncturing my stifled body,
Oozing my sticky-sweet juice, slathering your whole.
Cover my all, take me in!
It seems all I ever learnt of love is how to succumb.

Inspired!

Femme Fatale II

Read Part I 

 

Part II 

It’s too late,

her allure has lured you in

your reflection,

now forever fixed in her eyes;

a prisonly prism

that will not look away,

and while she sways

Every touch, evidence,

fingerprints

she will lift with her powder brush

Those bombshell bosoms

close enough, you hear the ticking

and you know it is not her black heart

When your hand reaches the top

of that satin slit

and her garter clicks,

you will know

“This is it”.

Femme Fatale

Her beauty is imminent danger:

Ringlets tailspin from her head

dive bomb and crash into her shoulders

A collarbone set like a bear trap

Dagger sharp nails soaked in victim red

Her tsunami sway hips’ destructive tides

Quicksand lips and a tongue like a whip

Lead pipe legs that blind with their glisten

Piercing eyes that break skin

drawing blood from your heart

to the surface by tiny pinpricks

Lampshade fringe eyelashes

luring the moths

Cannonball breasts ready to ignite

And the hourglass figure that warned you

Your time is almost up!

Ensnared

Tip-toe to the loo

careful not to disturb…

Trickle scalding bubble brew

a flicker votive

foxy motive

 

Roll the Cocteau swirling lullaby

cue the dim revelry

dip and dunk, slip-in, sunk

cherry toes

and flesh mangoes

 

Like moths to flame

or squirrels to snacks

He comes creeping, eyes peeled

to Venus’ trap

for the snatch

 

The rhythmic tide of captive boy

caught in some sweet sticky mess

in strumming stride with lady ploy

waves unfurling

frothy churning

 

Pucker (in so many contexts)

let it slurp away

from the bottoms to the twined necks

no need to seize

what can be lured with ease

the target in the cross-hairs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

  

 I’m easy prey these days,

a rapid catch.

ready to play?

 

teasingly left garments torn

soaked in my musk

hang from the oaks

 

and tracks where the mud

squooshed between my toes, show

you are on my tail

 

if your gun is loaded and ready

and your hounds can sniff my trail

you’ll be sure to bag me soon

  

if your senses are keen

you will recognize

that there are tracks aside mine

 

an imprint, but of what?

and pointy shards of shattered dreams

a struggle has occured, it seems

 

dear hunter,

are you stalking game

or a tracker shepherd ?

 

where I hide

under the leaves and bramble

and piles of loose earth

 

freshly discarded

ragg’ed and shucked

bum luck. Your mark’s already snatched

  

wipe the horror and shock from your face

rise to your feet

for at this very moment

 

you may be the target in the cross-hairs

Ornithology

She glides into the night in silk feathered flight

Her quickening heart rises up to sky.

Reaching for the butter’d cup,

surrounded by the mossy muff

and with his ladle drinks it up

unraveling ribbony silken shreds

from her skin

it begins…

 

 

Wings spread, coasting down to snatch

with spoon-billed beak, the catch ,

ribboned silk all around, spirals descending

into the onyx sea.

 

To make seen the water’s rippling,

moonlit,  upon obsidian wings
He brings her, featherless

to the nest

and dines on blood and thigh and breast

 

 

 

And in the currents of ocean, dark

he lifted a single thread from it’s stark,

a silken ribbon to weave

among the twigs and moss and bones,

his throne, a trophy case

a resting place

and her beak tossed among the downy pile

the aftermath of a hungry night.

 

 

 

Jaws

what a big bite that sinks beneath

Oh, there will be skin in our teeth

tomorrow, and I’ll say it was fun

 

that spear, it was rapture

that had me tossing, but captured

the target in the sites of your gun

 

Oh sweet misery, captain

I reluctantly lapt in

your ocean, viscous and pale

 

On your wall, mount me

to your fish-friends, recount me

the resplendent bonny white wale

This is where I want to bees.

 

You were buzzing around

I’ve been warned to steer clear

You were busy and I wanted to be…

With you

 

I followed you home

Into that hexagonal drone

And begged for a moment alone

 

Oh the look in your eyes eyes eyes

The rage and surprise

I could tell I was gonna get stung

 

I’m allergic, you know

I’ll die in your throes

And if you sting me, you’ll die in mine

 

Alas, taunted to no end

He clutched me and began

Abdomen, arched and driving

 

Injecting, stabbing, stinging

My heart slowing, my ears ringing

Warm sticky honey dripping down my thighs

 

Ohhhhhh the rage and surprise!

The Fisherman

He will tempt them.

They will give in.

He hides his gaff,

And charms their simple minds.

 

They struggle for a moment.

They fight for one last breath.

One greedy intention; a twisted perception,

Fell prey to the king of the food chain.

They secrete their anguish-

He’s such a sport.

Inefficient gluttony

Rejected for the massive one.