the cage

fortunately

I have a cage within

to house the

livid beast

who lives

jammed into

the cavity of my chest

a beast that longs to breathe free air

and eat the woman he first meets out there

any woman

he does not care who

just a woman with meat on bones

a covering of fat

with chewable hair

fortunately

for that woman

I keep the beast

well hidden

under lock and key

she would not know

that she was the feast

and all she might see

would be a glimpse

of shining claw

a rattle of scaly tail

a slip of sinew

a blood-drop of spittle

she might

smell the musky scent

and taste

the odour on the breeze as I

walk past –

soothing the beast inside

with a soft growling purr

at which I know he calms

she may feel

a tension in the air

as I smile

with these grey bright eyes

at her as she passes by –

then when she has passed

I turn to show my beast

the curve of her buttock

the shapely calf

Beast claws at my cage ribs

but will not escape

and though she may contemplate

her feeling

of disturbance

the scintillation of her blood

the prickle of acrid sweat

in the pit

next her breast

the dewing of her cleavage

she will not be able

to identify the cause

as if a spirit

has shivered into her

on the mystic breeze

blown from

some aromatic desert

of heat and arid dust

of dates and sandy lust

I am

the cause

I am

that spirit

I am

the heat

the beast

the thrust

that dwells

within

I am

the beast

that seeks her flesh

and her soul

and her spirit

feed me

now

as night falls

and before I corrode myself

from within

solitary pleasures

there is

a unique

and distinctive aroma

in the bathroom

as the afternoon sun

hits the frosted glass

and gently warms

the tiled floor

it takes me back

to my adolescence

when

with parents out of the house

I explored

more

solitary pleasures

dry towels

damp wash clothes

lotions

the lubrication of soaps

water jets

showers

mirrors

and

provocatively shaped

plastic bottles

kiss

for a moment

in our lip-sealed

open-mouthed kiss

our breaths collide

you inspire me with

deep and dangerous

respiration

you breathe out

while I draw you inside

you breathe in

my dewy warm exhalation

we share the air

alive in each other's

lungs

we touch the heart

pulsating on each other’s

tongues

I float into you

taste your swelling breath

a petrel riding waves

on your great blood ocean

cavern of delight

I looked to cross this field

from hip to rounded hip

but have fallen into

this dark enticing pit

I lay my head against

a dewy shrub

that bounds the valleys height

and look up to the skyline

twin peaks

overshadowing

erect

I enter the damp

cavern of delight

streaming walls

and slippery

I batter blind

about

thump my head

again

again

against

the bony roof

until the sudden

life blood

from

my temples

comes thundering

slaking the thirst

of ages

expert

she worked in the bathhouse

in Grimsby

near the docks

where the trawler-men landed

their catch

They came to wash the

scales and salt from their

chapped skin

they appreciated her attentions

her strong fingers

her firm hands

she found she enjoyed

the smell of fish

their rough hewn humour

their strength

their desperation

she found herself offering

more than the bath menu

suggested

and thus 

she became expert

in getting seamen

out of clothing

In The Kitchen

You know me

and

if you stand

there at the sink

like that

your naked

buttocks

shining out from the back

of your apron

then you can only have

a certain expectation

so do not be surprised

when I accept your invitation

when I step up behind you

and I run my morning hand

in between your silky thighs

and up to your warm

dewy

centre of attention

you might slide a little back

rest your moistness on my forearm

and then start

a gentle jigger

as in I slide a middle finger

and as my left hand

finds your nipple

beneath the vinyl apron

you drop the

pan you’re washing

splashing back into the bowl

and you bend a little forward

and I feel you part

your legs

and there’s a tightening

in your breath

and a reddening in your soul

and your hands reach

back to find me

getting tangled in my shorts

and you pull at the elastic

and you grab

me with wet fingers

pulling at me

back and forth

until there is

no point of being

anywhere

but up inside you

and here I am then

reaching

and I’m climbing

up inside you

banging up against

the sink

until you make me stop

so you can

turn to face me

and then you clamber up

rest your buttocks

on the drainer

on the rigid chilly edge

of the fitted kitchen drainer

and you pull me back inside you

you feed me deep inside you

and eat me with your

hot wet lips

and your feet come

clamping round me

and you’re pulling,

pulling,

pulling

and I’m still ramming

up inside you

your head goes back

my hand goes up

to feel your throaty growl

and I sense the rushing movement

of the blood within your body

gushing to the centre of

the feelings that are growing

and heat is rising quickly

as the kettle starts to boil

and all the butter’s melting

and the cream is oozing out

from every nook and cranny

and the plates upon the drainer

are slipping and are sliding

they’re falling and they’re smashing

as they hit the kitchen floor

but now my pump is working

I’m pumping up inside you

while the kitchen

cupboards open

and the glass breaks in the door

then you grab a tea towel

and you wrap it round my head

and you smack me in the mouth

with a stale loaf

of bread

cream

step

with me into this picture

the sun

shines down for it is

the middle day of the year

it is early morning

and the meadows

are glistening with dew

warm and wet

I’m out walking

just to taste the day

there you are

sitting on a mossy bank

dressed in white muslin

bound round with

a cream laced bodice

but

the laces are untied

and

the top of your dress

falls a little open

revealing

just a glimpse of your chest

and the round pillows

of  your firm breasts

they are damp

shining with perspiration

your hair clings to your

forehead under your lace cap

your knees are raised

and you have pulled

your skirts up onto

your thighs

to allow a little breeze

to flourish

and refresh

your

lower

portions

you are

shall we say

hot

beside you

on the ground

stand two pails

and a wooden shoulder yolk

that you have been

carrying along the

dusty road

Fair maid, I say

what is in your pair of pails?

Cream, sir,

rich and thick

I’m taking it to market

before the day gets too hot

and it spoils -

but it does weigh so

and I am just a-resting

of my bones

for it is a warm day though

it be still early

and my legs are sore from walking.

May I taste some?

Taste some?

Taste some, indeed?

Why the very cheek of it, sir.

How is a poor girl to earn a crust

if she gives away her precious cream

to every

handsome young Dick

who should stray

across her path

My name is not Dick

I say

That’s as may be

but Dick is as Dick does

if you ask me.

I’ll pay you for your cream

it looks rich and delicious

‘Tis indeed the finest

in the whole county

from Buttercup

the finest of cows

this side of London

What can I give you for it?

Well, sir, now let me think

You being a

fine gentleman and all

I think you should

pay handsomely

for my cream,

don’t you?

I’ll pay a fair price,

my pretty fair maid.

Well, sir

I’m partial to

a little cream

myself

if you understand me

and if you

understand

me

then I would ask you to

under-stand me over

in yon flower meadow

I have a flower

that could do with

plucking

I think I do

you saucy maid

indeed I think I do

and

a little of my cream

for a little of yours

would seem a fair exchange to me

let us go and

seal our deal

before all your

cream turns to cheese

you will find mine

fresh and flavourful

And so you stand

and bounce over toward me

and seize my hand

and you and I retire

to the privacy of the

flower meadow

and in less time than it takes

to swat away a summer fly

you have unlaced you bodice

and are resting

my two strong hands

upon your

two fine breasts

and then

quicker than

a sparrow flits

your nimble hands

are unbuttoning my fly

and reaching right

in to test my understanding

You seem to understand me very well

 my fine upstanding sir

and in less time than it takes

to jump off a wall

you have pushed me down onto

my back

and jumped yourself up onto

my barber's pole

and you’re riding my cockhorse

all the way to Banbury Cross

your skirts are

flapping all around us

and your fiery flower

is sliding up and down on my

meaty staff

and all the rings and bells

on your fingers and toes

are jingling

and

believe me

my cream is

very close churning

and just at that point

when all our wrestling

and jostling

is about to settle itself

into a boisterous

hurrah

you bounce yourself

right off me and

skidaddle your way

backwards

down to my knees

so that with one lunge forward

you can clap your mouth

around my

jolly roger

and sup all

my curds and whey

as they come guzzling

forth from the shiny pink spigot

straight into your

pretty hot mouth

I come cantering

and you

lap

lap

lap

and sup

sup

sup

like a clever little pussy

your tongue licking

all around my bedevilment

a quick wipe of your face

with the back of your hand

and then you come flouncing

down on top

of me

and smothering

my mouth with your

tasty

still sticky

lips

That was a quick report

you say

laughing at me

but thank you

kind sir

for my creamy breakfast

and up you get

and over to your pails

and you dip a scoop

into one of them

and bring it over

and pour it all over

my flushing face

and the cream

flows over

my mouth and nose

and I cough and I splutter

while you,

little miss muffet,

go laughing off

leaving me to find a stream

to wash my face

before I turn to

cottage cheese.

late-night kiss-ass

do you remember

the night

when I crept to your room

and opened the door

and crawled on all fours

to the side of your bed

and lifted the quilt

that covered your

beautiful ass?

and gently i kissed it

full square on the cheek

and I hoped that you

would stay fast asleep

so that I could enjoy

a few moments of play

but you stirred

and you turned

and you opened your eyes

and you said

what the fuck?

in a really loud voice

which woke up

your husband

so I scampered away

and when in the morning

we met over tea

you asked me if I

was aware of my game

and I said

I had been 

sooo drunk

last night

- true -

that I couldn’t remember

a thing that I’d done

and thank god

you believed me

although that’s not true

and now I remember it

I hope you do too

and imagine I did it

because I

fancied

you

which I do

still....

seeking your jewel

a treasure hunt you say

you tempt me to

a treasure hunt

where I am seeking

the treasure of you

is it here in your eyes?

with their coy little lies

is it there in your mouth

on your glamorous lips?

is it under your breasts

with your cherry-ripe pips

should I search on your belly

what my animus seeks?

down your groin to the cave

where you bury your hands

the touch of my touch

in the warmest of lands

in the soft verdant vale

in the slippery dew

I have brought my best eyes

to seek treasure in you

and I dig in the deep with

my shovel of flesh

and I know that I’m close

as we feel our souls mesh

and I dig and I dive

and I draw it from you

the goldenest treasure

that ever man knew

your most flammable jewel

you allow me to kiss

to fondle and pamper

cajole and caress

and when we have finished

our fondling game

we’ll curl ourselves up

and rekindle our flame

the curds of night

you do not hear this door open

you do not see the small pool of candlelight

moving across the bedroom floor

as I come

to stand naked

beside you, sleeping

the heat of this damned August night

has pawed at your breast and

you have thrown back the itching sheet

to lie, a meal, spread across the bed

eyes closed

hair coiled and smudged

against the pillow

breathing shallow

glistening lips lightly parted

a finger’s tip

mine

skirts the line of your brow

down the side of your nose

and along your lower lip

you do not stir

you are resistless

you are yield and gift

you are an unwrapping

and a secret flowering

my fingernail finds

your lower teeth

hard and sharp

and with a moment’s pressure

your jaw hinges

your mouth softly opens

the tongue

pillowing in its wetness

settles again

and your head rolls

slightly towards me

I present the round point of me

touching your softness

with my firmness

a domed head

pushing into your pursing lips

and like a sleeping

infant your instinct

is to suckle

drawing me further into

your hunger

the rising blood within me

feeding you

the reward

comes quickly

down into your belly

and when your sucking mouth

has drained the bubbling

source of life in me

you purse more strongly and

push me softly out

and

the tongue settles again

as the throat rakes itself

for the last remnants

of the thick curds of this night

your eyes flicker a second

and you utter

a prayer

before

rolling away

as

the wash of sleep

creeps over you again

thanks

I bring you fruit

you lie back on my bed

and I cover your naked skin

with flowers

and sweet ripe fruits

petals and purple berries

soft fleshed peaches

blood cherries

I lower my body

down onto you

my arms quaking

as passion floods us

you part your legs

and I enter you

my hands move to your thighs

pushing me into you

pulling you onto me

my body collapses onto

your glistening belly

we press together

again and again

my dark thrusts

you arching to meet me

and deep red juices flow

oozing down onto

my virgin sheets

with every grinding

of our loins

the musk

of sex and sweat

the aroma

of crushed fruit and flora

we come together

and I pull out

my nectar

flooding across your

crimson belly
washing into
your sticky hair
fruit seeds
pulp
crushed petals
ruptured skins

we dabble fingers

in the rich cream

and anoint each other

with this compote of ecstasy

you lift your hand

to your lips

and press the saltsweet 

peppery liquid

onto your curling tongue

Vessel

This chain

will shackle you

but it will hold you safe

this rope

may burn your wrists

but it will contain you

constrain you

should you resist

but know that I

will soothe your wounds

afterwards

with kisses and soft milk

this gag may

graze your mouth

but it will

seal your lips

for you may only moan

I seek only to redeem you

from

the clutches of

your violating intellect

to remind you

you are flesh

thick, wadded flesh

pillows and sinews

that softly rebutt

then yield

to my probing

for I am meat

and hot blood

I will map the contours

of your caverns

sculpt their shapes

with forceful furtive fingers

and you will feel

the moment

your wet lips part

my silence entering

you like a flame of ice

searing into your depths

be still,

be still

within your mind

though

your writhing

carcass

thrills me

you are my vessel

you are my vassal

and you will experience

my devilish gratitude

tip me out

tip me out

she cries

tip me out

like I’m dark red wine

a fine brutal wine

that you really want to drink

tip me out and taste me

swirl me round your mouth

and tackle me with your tongue

draw me into your

dark mouth

let me scorch your throat

because you need me

like you’ve never needed anyone

she sighs

and you have never tasted

anyone like me before

she cries

you have never felt

the salts and sweets

so mixed

believe me

and you know it

I’m so ready to explode

just for you

and you buckle under her desire

her fire

you faint

under her needy reaching out

but when you look closely

when you really study her

you see she’s choking

you see the lies

that have started to edge around her eyes

grim little furrows that tell

of the hell she is

that all is not as it seems

she’s really a cracked bell

and she doesn’t resonate

quite as true

as you

so be wary of the

unfolding of her words

be chary with your heart

because

what looks like her falling for you

is in reality

her seeking herself

in someone who seems

to have it sorted

but she will be

thwarted in her dreams

and you must live with that consequence

take her for a moment perhaps

but be aware

she crowds you out with her stare

she’ll suck the flesh from your bones

and pluck the feathers from your wings

she’ll bring you small packets of joy

toys perhaps

but only small ones

but what

what she’ll bring is a habit

of an addiction

and you’ll catch

that greedy habit

like an

affliction

tip her out

then

tip her out

before it’s too late

tender and rough

You may feel a gentle rasping

for the skin on my hands is rough

I use my hands for dirty work

and now they’re getting tough

and there’s a patch of velvet skin

within your inner thigh

to which if you will allow me

I would pay some special attention

you may feel a little frisson

as the curling hair

down there

is lightly brushed

with the long edge of my smoothing hand

it’s not planned

you understand

but if you are amenable

I’ll go down a little lower

I rather want the taste of something

sour

on my tongue

there it is,

that little button

that responds

to lusty licking

it unlocks

a certain

feeling

is that the bed that’s creaking?

Ah..

I love that little moan

coming out

so here you are,

your children grown,

you,

the young woman,

whose breasts they and

I have sucked,

who came and fucked me

naked on the sitting-room floor

after your parents

left for work

you,

who told me techniques

for lifting vinyl from Our Price

you

who smoked cocktail cigarettes

I see

you now

aged and as old as I

when in my heart you have been

set in woven stone

you

who brushed your teeth

naked in the bathroom

while I watched vibrations rippling

through your sunburnt breasts

you

who I photographed

in and out of my clothes

and

whose image is framed in

my mind’s eye

you

have emerged

from the creeping years

wrapped in wrinkling skin

but

you

are there

still caged within

now wearing the respectable

style your fucking mother wore

you

restless in the breath of living life

now embrace the fear

that showing too much soul

will somehow

kill you

and have stepped

out into the light

Burlap

Be gritty with me

be one

who I can feel the dirt with

don’t hide behind

that fucked up façade

of crinoline and lace

I’d rather rub against

burlap

and feel the coarseness of you

in my face

let me get my tongue on your

sweaty breasts

and chew your

rosy nipples

like ripe cherries

All there is to live for

Fuck me

for all i know

the dead are all dead

and the clubfoot gremlins

who think they have found their way

through this dawn-drawn day

just give up too easily

and go and sip coffee when

they should be out digging

graves and whenever i feel

like this i know there is really

nothing anyone can say that

will make things feel better.

But you’ve got undeniably great

tits and the way you run your

tongue around the top of my stick

just drives tent pegs of

passion through my

flushing skin

and the tightness growing

in my underpack

and the little jeweldrops

oozing from my eye

that you just lick off

they are just about

all there is

to live

for.