Friday, September 6, 2013

Enter at Your Own Risk - a poem

Naked or Nude?

Make me feel something.
Make me feel nothing.
Let Me Feel
something and nothing

Truth be told
music starts
a mix tape of desire

Touch me.
Hold me.
Caress me.

Wool and leather cuffs
hands shackled to a cross.

a gentle stroke
a heavy flogger

Lick my hide with leather.
Stroke my skin with rope.

make me mew.
make me moan.
make me murmur.

Ecstasy and Agony,
The shadow of my words.

Make me climb the cross,
Scrutinize my response
Watch my heaving breasts
Monitor my dance
Note my breath
Read the sounds
Witness no distress
Discover excess empathy
Observe in silence

The Cruciation

Oh silly children
in bodies old and worn
in bodies young and new,

Watch the actress
modulate her voice
pain experienced
pleasure escapes.

Pain...

Pain is the interesting thing.

I live in agony.

Mental dolor,
a past oft recalled.

Recreational torture,
a respite of nerves.

Physical suffering,
a body broken.

Healing tenderness*,
a body mending.

Which do you see on this actress?
Which?

Scale the cross,
hands unbound
others escape the room

gentle hands caress
warm bodies cuddle
cool oil spread

warm blanket engulfs

endearment flows

petting
stroking
kissing

embraced on either side
stand
the hot tub awaits

floating
warm water surrounds
stars twinkle above

cold nipply air salutes
warm white robe envelopes

reality descends
nerves calm
performance ended

I feel nothing
sweet relief
agony abated
for now...



*archaic use - meaning painful and or sore 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

I Am Three

A poem for Ben



I Am Three.

This is my rocket ship
The world gave it to me
My Daddy and me travel the stars
He tells me the secrets of the universe

This is my fast car,
The world gave it to me
My Uncle Tom races with me
He tells me the secrets of machines

This is my throne
The world gave it to me.
My Uncle French Fry walks with me
He tells me the secrets of the grown ups

This is my safe place
Where I go to think
Where Mommy sings and signs with me
She tells me stories of the heart

This is my secret seat
It sits on the floor
         on a chair
              on the couch
                   on its back
rescued from a field of green
where I think about the world
where I think about humanity

The world gave it to me

I Am Three


The Travelers Poem



                I have seen the face of great beauty
                             through the veil of my most bitter tears.

  For I have been to the lonely places,
        and have seen the great emptiness
                             beyond the realm of dreams.

                  I have been to the borderlands of sanity,
           stood atop the gates
      and stared forth
               into the places of no return.

I have journeyed alone
      to the places of wonder
                    where no man
            should ever venture alone.

            I have known love
                      and betrayal
                  in equal measure,

                                      and still
                                  I hope.

I have fought the dragons
    that hold at bay the light of the new day,
         and I have stood in the light,
              bathing in the warmth of hope,
only to have the ground fall from beneath me,
    and to be plunged into such great darkness
         that I thought perhaps
              the sun itself to have been lost to the world.

I stand before you now, 
a child 
of lost innocence, 
and I am 
so very lonely, 
that my tears 
have long since
fallen 
to 
the 
excess 
of 
oceans.
And Yet
Still 
I Dream



Dustin DB McKnight