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Self-sufficiency: Four By Six

SELF-SUFFICIENCY

Sexual expression
Sometimes appropriate
Other times not so much
When it’s best kept in hand

Credo

CREDO

I believe
That when we die
Our bodies return
To the dust they were made of

And our spirit wakes (again)
To the realisation that Spirit transcends
Species, race, gender, sexuality and all that nonsense

What we have only glimpsed of Love
Is fully revealed (once more)
In its wholeness

What foolish things we’ve done
Yet now forgiven

Uncommon Knowledge

UNCOMMON KNOWLEDGE

They lay down their law
“Men do this, women do that”
Stereotypes suck!

We are living proof
They overgeneralise
Nor are we alone

Lothario

LOTHARIO

Plays out Don Juan trope
Imagining them all his
Spends his life dreaming

The slippery slope
Into desire’s abyss
And ends up screaming

Before National Masturbation Month Is Over …

Well I never! You live and learn (or not).

5 Scientific Reasons You Should Masturbate Every Day

See also National Masturbation Day.

Making Love Love

MAKING LOVE LOVE

ignore the words
and
avoid the blood

proceed to the things that reveal
emotional restraint
suppression

make naughtiness of course
a wink and a nod
and nuanced

if you prefer
a battle
between dumb primal desires

that isn’t a skill

the giant system
that is life
requires your caress

– the sort of thing that feels casual

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– This blackout poem was extracted from the article “Is It Hard for You to Say No to Sweets and Temptation? You May Be Suffering From ‘Ego Depletion'” by David McRaney. (http://www.alternet.org/story/156037/)

Sage And Union

SAGE AND UNION

One moment it’s spirituality
Next moment sex
How self-indulgent
Can one person be
For Heaven’s sake?
You have to wonder
What on Earth’s going on?

On Being An Apple

ON BEING AN APPLE

Unfolds the ancient process
The nurturing soil conceals
A cautious shoot emerges
Left alone becomes a sapling
And at last in time a tree

Season brings forth season
The obedient tree is blessed
With blossom and then fruit
The fresh born apple swells
Untouched by interfering man

Winking reds and greens draw the eye
Delicate scents stir the nostril
Awaken tempting memories
Sharp crunch and bursting sweetness
Mouth opens, longs for ravishment

Plucked, polished, devoured
In anticipated mutual fulfilment
If unpicked another fate awaits
To drop unheeded to the ground
Left bruised to decay and slowly rot

Turn Your Back On Us

TURN YOUR BACK ON US

Turn your back on us
…..and find a girl for yourself, my little love;
Men are not fashioned to your gentleness
…..and I will never love you.

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