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I am meeting tonight with a musician who has a poetry band. He's read some of my work and wants to get together to see how compatible we are. For me this is a huge act of edge pushing (eek!).

It's funny to go back over my poems...to collect them and look at them as a whole. Certain ideas, words and symbols are repeated. Apparently I like nature, honey, kissing and sex, which is not at all a bad thing.

I also seem to have some fascination with cut/bleeding hands. Hmmmm. Hello psyche, what's that about?



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Aug. 29th, 2008 02:25 pm (UTC)
I don't think you know him. His name is Victor and he's a guitarist. He plays the music for midnight yoga at Bloom studio and is working with Tari, a bassist and I on a little band thingy. His poetry band is a separate project and seems very cool.

Last night went well and my performance skills are a plus I think, but I just don't know that my poetry is good enough for something like that. He seems to really like my work so I guess we'll see what the other band members think.
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Aug. 29th, 2008 02:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Hey if I do perform with them will you come to the performance wearing a beret and snapping your fingers a lot? That would make me really proud. ;>)
Aug. 29th, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC)
send me one of yours and I will send you one of mine.....make it sexy!!
Sep. 2nd, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
Re: ohhh

Hows this?

Red song rides my red blood,
chanting low of something primal;
an undulating tune, living hot in the hips
and between thighs.

It drives me, heedless of night or day
towards you, towards us,
urgently misting my starved skin,
panting its humid, jasmine breath.

My eyes pass over these words,
this day, faces on the sidewalk.
They see instead your smile,
your hands, the artful curves and planes of you.

My palms move over this paper
this desk and trappings,
feeling only the velvet of your bareness,
the roughness of your chin.

This mouth, so dry for the nectar of you
rejects bread for sand
and longs only for the slick and sliding,
for the salt and sex of you.

I am tinder to your ember,
I am the warm, wet sea of desire.
I am life in all its sweetest forms.
Come into me.

Sep. 3rd, 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)
Re: ohhh
Freaking awesome!!! And incredibly hot.

Here is mine in exchange


Behind me
I hear your deep
low throated growl
I feel the hair rise
On the back of my neck

My spine arches
My hips rise to meet you
Surrendering to instinct
We ride together

Your growl turns to a howl
My lips curl back
And I return the snarl
Claws reaching
Digging in

I offer my throat
You sink in your teeth
Holding me at both ends
And I whimper in response

Curling around each other
I nuzzle up under your neck
You nip my skin
Sep. 4th, 2008 03:16 pm (UTC)
Re: ohhh
Oh my. That's hot - and very evocative *ahem*. Pardon me while I pant for a moment.

Thank you for sharing your poetry. It's beautiful and intense (which doesn't at all surprise me) ;>)
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