iGrasshopper

iGrasshopper

 

STRENGTH OF MIND AND BODY

in the grave of

your bed

we chat like strangers uncomfortable

with our own skin

soon the comedown will begin

in a sense it’s already at                                                           

a low ebb with 

the thumping embarrassment that

i can’t remember your name 

oh my days

i’m such a slut but boy i really like you

i like you a lot

 

PURE DIRECTION OF ENERGY

you say you’ve shit loads to do

so we take a shower with bass vibrations still

washing over me 

wrapped in

his frame i feel naive and fragile

gentle as a dewdrop he dries me

dressed bubble fresh for breakfast tea

in the sparkling midnight

of our eyes

you ask for my phone and swap numbers

so that’s yer name 

i knew that

we make a date

RE:SULT

 

HARMONY WITH THE UNIVERSE

you phone to say hi babe

i talk to you using eternal sunshine 

as a sub text secret language

my toes curl into a whisper 

our words

moons

in their orbits around our

sentences

we are the tides and stars of our universe

our duvet sky the perfect blue

 

HEALING SELF AND OTHERS

my bones cry without you

if this was a tragic novel my heart would

be a ghost that scratches at

the pages collecting

pain

but we’ll read on together

as you scurry mouse kisses down my neck

hickory dickory chart maps of every

inch of my naked flesh

there may yet be a happy ever after

 

PREMONITION OF DANGER

every girl has those dreams walking

through lace mists

into the bower of the english

country church of summer’s nectar

proclamation songs of angelic sighs

cow parsley growing through the grass

the whole horse and carriage thing

yet we too can be zeppelins in 

twisted flames my pillow an iceberg

hunting for a titanic 

mascara skid marks

in the dark depths of pont de l’alma

i was the queen of my heart

now a forensic stop-

motion rotting apple on a bone china plate

snow white a chalk outline

we should be cautious in the drifts

not to get caught out in a blizzard of 

thousands of sweet nothings

we must talk about this

 

KNOWING THE THOUGHTS OF OTHERS

i start to finish your 

sentences

you start to finish

mine

by now all our protracted silences should luxuriate

on a chaise obsessing over the kind  

of silver dagger lovers dream of 

lovers dreaming with suicidal knowledge

of eternal love as

mirror ball slice reflections 

cut sonnets into letters 

never sent

but we’ve too much passion

for those events

we danced to the tempo of our longing

and the patterns our fingertips cultured

shaped out of our nirvana moments

 

MASTERY OF TIME AND SPACE

because my love

i can not stop wanting you

i’ve amassed our lost kisses in the shadows

safe against the wind and rain to be 

released someday some evening some long 

hour that we may be apart

even though

i’d stopped all the clocks

and held you locked inside my climaxing utterance 

of your name

like a chant

like a mantra

held you when the moon cried

for the age of listening is at an end

 

CONTROLLING THE ELEMENTS OF NATURE

and we are at the beginning

ninjas in the dimensions of

romance

poised to submit

yet

let us not talk of love

but become it

 

ENLIGHTENMENT

i zen u

u zen i