Long Past Midnight

by Archie on October 14, 2009

Following funny fingers,
flickering by infatuated flesh.
She finds comfort in embraces
long past midnight.

Flight,
into gentle arms
laden free of troubled past.
What will last?

Only afraid of
what might come next.

Foreign bodies feeling out
the space between.
It’s a vitruvian dream
of perfection.

Understanding these things
that happen past midnight.

Work nights blown,
caution to the wind
meeting a gentle friend,
an hour past pumpkin time.

Searching for the divine,
a trip into the unexpected.
Journey into darkness,
into a felt bliss,
another carrier of consciousness.

It’s all in the wrist,
and the hips,
feminine fingertips.

A look from pale blue eyes
makes me blush,
a rush
of fluid to waiting capillaries.

It’s really quite scary
to look into a strangers eyes,
lose my disguise
to unarming grace.

The world love is a waste
in the presence of such a feeling.

I’m still reeling,
and it’s been a day,
truly afflicted.

Smitten,
some would say.

No roll in the hay
could provide such power.

A precious flower
in a patch of daisies.
Subtle movements amaze me,
even ratted hair drives me crazy.

How is it she phases me?

Archie Underwood
5/1/2009

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Love Is.

by Archie on October 7, 2009

Love wraps you up in comfort,
in safety.

Love does not uproot the tree
but gently prunes the branches,
sweeps up leaves in fall,
and composts the seasonal shift.

Love is gentle and yielding,
soft and open,
calm and assertive.

Love is free of judgment,
of fetish,
of false platitudes.

Love is easy.
Love is a gently warm summer’s day.

Love is being recognized and admonished.

Love is being truthful,
honest without boundary.
When I cross her line
she lets me know.

Love is never angry,
perhaps sad at times,
but sharing this experience
we can both let it go.

Love is like the ocean,
wide and deep,
room to breathe
and to move free.

Love is never interpreting
words you don’t understand.

Love is asking and sharing.
Love is.

Archie Underwood
9/2009

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Fevered Visions

September 25, 2009

When I was young I dreamt standing up,
fever pushing one-oh-four…
When I was young I dreamt standing up,
the real is what I look for…
When I was young the ice swirled around the bath,
the thermometer couldn’t do the math.
Sleeping in a puddle of sweat,
waking embarrassed my bed is wet.
Temperature spikes heated up my eyes,
soon enough I’d realize,
reality [...]

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Untitled

September 7, 2009

Anarchic sensations
disturb order.
Archaic ruminations
brought to the fore.
Vulnerable once again,
caught in sunlight
after many a dark day.
No shade.
Forlorn shadows beckon
this creaky heart,
dislodged after all
this
time.
Broken free
of its stable holding pattern.
Gone missing
from its well-worn throne.
The priestess
has torn this fast beating,
bloody organ from beneath
its skeletal cage.
Pulled back ribs
to expose an open chest.
Her soft, delicate fingers
caress the warm, fleshy meat.
Heart reacts
like [...]

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Tangible Zen: dichotomy of permanence

August 31, 2009

Searching for something permanent I mark my skin.
Looking for a way to begin again,
a new walk of life, rebirth my soul,
allowing my heart to let go.
It’s permanence now lives on my skin,
constant reminder of where I’ve been.
It was not my… it is now my skin.
I’m staking a claim,
it’s my pain.
I won’t feign,
it’ll come again.
Like clockwork,
I [...]

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Lightening Strikes Twice

August 19, 2009

They say lightening never strikes twice,
but the fire in my belly is electric,
I’ve felt this flame before.
Burnt to the core.
My skeleton’s smoldering,
flesh feeding electric currents,
surging through my liquid body.
This sack of fluid burnt bones rest in
makes an ample conductor
for this moment of truth.
As flesh falls to the floor,
oozing off an already scorched skeleton,
I am calm.
A [...]

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Muse

August 14, 2009

Buzzing body’s fill vacant space,
emptiness recoils in agony,
blown free…
These sparks ignite ashes,
returning from dead coals,
revitalizing stagnation.
Doubt looms,
over this darkened heart
filled with light.
This sad creature
given form once more,
a smile once brutalized.
Scars still apparent;
mouths corners upturned.
Sweet sadness rushes forth,
something old and beautiful,
trite yet illuminating.
Led by nothing but sensation,
rationality takes a breath
as both feet hit water,
expectations abandoned.
Old fears [...]

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Hold Me

August 10, 2009

Legs cramped,
stuck in this plasticized mold.
Hold me
back from experience.
Hold me
so I forget what’s outside.
Hold me
contained in safety.
Falling out of these arms
leaves me with no skin,
fluttering,
formless.
Freedom scares me,
how dare me
release the net.
I obviously haven’t let go of it yet.
Makes me sweat,
experiencing this post-indecision,
post-derision self sanctified solitude.
I found her nourishment hollow food,
I still ate.
Came back for more,
emotional [...]

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A “Just” Cause

August 2, 2009

I paid my penance, but there was no fee.
It was just my own mind bargaining to be let free.
Striking a deal with the devil that owns me.
What is the price to be owned like a slave?
Born in debt, born a sinner, born to owe for what I am.
Born _never_ to understand.
Why?
What did I do that [...]

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Communal Waters

July 28, 2009

Pitted parchment aged by time,
sublime lessons written in rhyme,
tough tendrils softened by will,
torrential downpours reflecting still.
Puddles quickly ripple,
distorting reflection,
sinking feelings know
no other direction.
Down is the current,
rivers to oceans,
painful is the delta,
splitting devotions.
Fragile and frail,
push over my autonomous pail,
dumping distortions downstream,
life is like a dream.
Dissolving autonomy,
into what is not me.
Oceans of relativity,
crossing paths with foreign minds,
leaving [...]

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