Melt

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So, since my last blog post I was melting butter again (pancakes this time) and saw another photo opportunity. Not sure what this looks like, but I’m pretty sure some people will find it upsetting anyway. Certainly Bruce, who’s considered huge in the insect world, but…

Anyway, I also remembered I wrote a poem called Melt.

So here’s that.

 

A secret life
to hide…
Is feeling
alive…?

Sometime a he
come home to hide,
And touch a she
so deep inside
And torture be
a time he lied
And healing be
a word she cried

Then six cold men,
a frozen line,
No promise when,
no truth of time.
No now or then,
pretence of fine,
To live again ?
Sans lies sans fear sans wine….

Secret life
inside…
Feeling tips
alive…

Enlivened minds are melt
and faintest touch of skin,
a breathlessness heartfelt,
a falling floating in.
Sweat upon a lip,
two melt into a space
of heart and mind and hip,
and crushing flesh and face.

And when the moment’s done
and nothing left to hide,
The feeling to come,
a rising of the tide.
And riding on a wave
of love truth and desire,
The moment that we gave
did set our Lives afire…

Actually, I even made a stupid video for it. It’s had, like, 300 views in four years. And only 278 of them were me! I should have just linked to that instead of all this copying and pasting. But whatever. You should totally watch it if you’re really bored and have a minute and 13 seconds to kill. And I don’t sound like this all the time. Honest.

 

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4 thoughts on “Melt

  1. “Sometime a he come home to hide…and healing be a word she cried”… I feel like this stanza says so much about relationships between men and women. Aside from being incredibly beautiful…

    • Relationships are easy hey — easy to ruin. Like our health, we can lose what was good a little bit at a time, or we can keep working on it, a little every day, and hope it’ll last.
      We live in hope…

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