Tuche & Automaton

Friday, November 03, 2006

Improvisation For Nila

Wherever you walk, the moon takes notice

It both follows and guides you

Every variation of your breathing
a variation just biding time

Fully alive in space

Your tongue crashes the fabric spoken
into layered mists moist with glee

Air rushes in, forms a golden symphony
that sits alone in white clouds

Hands engaged to the morning sun
you sing laughter sanctified

and Iam slowly learning
how to entice your rhythm
from lonely sighs

Indelible hieroglyphs encode glistening
sheets of thigh bitten by vowels that lust

To reciprocate with an infinite lock
purple glimpses memories between your legs

An angular wetness to your face gliding
a text dripping with desire to reveal
receding shades of flourescent green
framing gentle eyes

Dreaming time spent in our temple
the blessed symbols thrumming on knees
rhyming with your neck's nape

I knew then that I would drink iron for you

Sleep contently in your mind

A key drawn from the silent center of you
wearing winter's pearled vigilance
entry engrossed cusping through
your serene possession of night


At 12:38 PM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Wonderful. This pulses on...again with that beautiful, sensual imagery. I'm just thinking aloud here, I want to ask questions about the ending of this. It's almost building up towards the end..a kind of crescendo of lust and almost agony. And that utterly brilliant line 'I knew then that I would drink iron for you' - God that is good. Just sums up the feeling of need so well. And so clever to do that in one line like that.
And then to move into that more subtle, softer ending. Really enjoying your poetry Robert.

At 8:58 PM, Blogger Robert said...

oh geez Molly, you are so kind

im glad u enjoyed it..i was just improvising quickly...it was written for a friend who i was thinking of, who i do in fact lust, but cant have due to circumstances i wont go into here...so yeah i think that was apparent and then it went down into a more subtle and pensive admiration tone (especially of her writing and the mythos she has built up in it)

At 7:01 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Yes lust is almost akin to anger and I kind of felt the unrequited part of it. I like that...it always makes for an interesting pull. The dialectic of anger at yourself in a way for wanting...and then the pull to go there anyway. I felt it very clearly in this one.

At 9:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes i must say it definitly leaves one broken from swoons. lust and love and frienship walk such close lines, and i am sure you left her cheeks all commie red. ;)

this is really an epic piece, and i am saying that objectively not just because it is about ....well for your 'special' friend who hates the broken paths and long land b/w you.

lovely you are, as i have always believed, f.uckin brilliant :)

At 9:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

it is almost as beautiful as you

At 6:14 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

How lovely were those comments?

At 11:22 AM, Blogger Robert said...

blushes all commie red :)

At 1:26 PM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

I'd agree with what anon. said about the triangular interplay. Yes, indeed.

At 8:13 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Humbled Words for Rob:

my lipless heart is unable to speak the words my mouth dare not utter
a feeling blasphemous to true intent
and it dies at my souls denial, tearing slowly wishing for a break
I sent you the night in my hands and the truth in my eyes
you opened without hesitation among these lines of confusion

you have power in a tongue that sits kingly over language and human destruction
dissecting into truthful and beautiful bits of steamed data
bemusing youthful hearts with old lust and misunderstood desire
with certainty brimming around a fighting mouth

you smiled me a beam of light, hinting at the brilliance you carry
yet compassion weighs you down with mans continuous failure of reeking narcissus flesh

but you still find the time to pull the moon and balloon me onto your string

I would never ask you to drink iron for me
even though I feel metal after tasting the traces of you
just knowing you would, could wake me for a lifetime
with blushing purple and Poseidon daring to run down my quivering thigh
keeping me high on your mercury waves

I feel, your advantage I have taken and squeezed hard for exquisite delivery
and imbibed your own blood with me in mind
self exsanguination of ethos for the delight of a distant friend

what could be more enchanting
what could be more painful

I have sinned against you and the pureness of your smile
for I accepted without hesitation or apology

do forgive me,
for this is all I can have
but under my coat of realities fixtures
and underneath the skin of me
lies your words which will tattoo me forever
on my closest part

you have seen and felt my blue
making it your own

At 7:36 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

I have tried really hard not to comment on this quiet scene...but cannot help but come back to the 'balloon' image. That is one of the best lines I've ever read. Anon - this is lovely. Truly lovely.

At 12:20 PM, Blogger nila said...

thank you Ms. Bloom. :)



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