On berries and bellies
The very first time I thought I had sex
I had no knowledge of the word
nor its roaring golds of heat
nor its aqueatic shades of
after-ripple..
I knew only
some abstract scent
of stink-gogga
- a burst which
dismayed my bumble-berried mouth -
I had lifted her into the tree
awkward,
desperately swooned her into secret branches
dripping
with shiny blacks
and lustrous purple
Snorting and violently shaking my
head I
realised
the stink-gogga had sacrificed itself
to alarm my senses to her naked belly
She too had a belly-button
gentler
it soft-sloped inward
pretty complement to my gently
vulgar one, jutting out shily and
proud all at once
We once, standing tall and awkward
in a miniature forest of grass
me bow-legged, her flushed on tip-toe
fit them into tickling couplet
mine in hers
bellies blushing with foreign hungers
That night strange colours kept peaced sleep at bay,
‘One day’, they whispered in
queer scapes and boiling shades,
‘You will taste the violence of magic..’
January 31st, 2010 at 8:07 pm
falling from
them
stars
on
berries
and
bellies
January 31st, 2010 at 9:32 pm
Ta Femi! Tis, quite literally, an awkward poemlit - shaggy in structure, hiccuping in ridming, buts it involves four and five key momentings in my life, ands. ANDS - Me belly-button is inscribed with a stylized star… in-crease-ed starriness, as such. Ahem. So Ta!
February 1st, 2010 at 4:52 am
back ends of two poems
of the same nat’a.
truth is
kaganof is watching..
ta..
February 1st, 2010 at 3:35 pm
yips
February 2nd, 2010 at 11:37 am
jou tottie brul altyd mick, for sure