The Color of the Scent of the Skin

The Color of the Scent 

of the Skin

I explore and join the color of the scent of your precious skin

Charged with sensuous pleasure from upper down to downer high

And though I’m still locked in that shaky tentativeness somewhat

Quite well I know, with dead certainty once for all, I will get by

I wish I could reach out artlessly to this invisible and stripped thing

This mouth-watering food of the moment as it were to ever last

With my spirits disappearing in a flash to hit this tasty spot

In a moisture and ash-free, leg yielding in and out blast

I want to bite on to the flesh of embodied and restrained blood

Like a lunatic some pit bull - kill some world, some you - some me

Sucking and wasting and weeping and tearing and breaking sweat

For little, big and bigger deaths to come to pass or simply be

You, that someday came along and smiled, you, sang about man

That big and strong, with no need for a word to clearly understand

And I’m standing that soi-disant while waiting for you to give it

That eagerly awaited, be-all and end-all aforesaid, my hand

So shoot ahead, my sweet and horny as my “fine and mellow"

I see you through the glasses of right time and you see me

“Let’s get it on”, salty or unsalted, peppered or insane

“What?” Only love, my love! – Serendipity!?

HC_B - 05/03/15

[11:07 AM]