bodyparts 47

i'm missing a feeling of motion
a dancing in my back
a jumping in my knee caps
the twentytwo loops i could swirl around a field

i know it used to be there
like a freedom in my hips
like a promise in my backbone
elevation in my feet

but i put it all away
in a place long since forgotten
and for some now unknown reason
labeled it "old slash broken"

now gathering signs and clues and traces
to find the way back to my motions
left behind for resurrection
in a body without shame

bodyparts 46, of a different kind

hermes and me

i made up my mind some time ago
and when i finally figured it out
the pieces fell into their place
everything i struggle with daily
condensed into one image
tatooed on my feet

i always needed to care more for my feet,
i need to care more about all of me as well but my feet.....they need more,
cause they always get less

wings, just like hermes had his,
even if he had his on his sandals and not on his feet
to make me understand that i earned them,
to make me remember that i can go anywhere i want to,
reach higher than i think,
to make me not fear my visibility,
adding a bit of my inside on my outside,
reminding me that this is for me without the need of approval or appreciation,
setting my boundaries where i want them and where i need them

Hermes the Olympian god
of boundaries and of the travelers who cross them,
of shepherds and cowherds,
of thieves and road travelers,
of orators and wit,
of literature and poets,
of athletics,
of weights and measures,
of invention,
of general commerce,
and of the cunning of thieves and liars

bodyparts 45

mother to mother
daughter to daughter
already done before i begun
born in a dream of rebirth

in a story made from old scrap
on a road leading up to the past
mending this past with the future
covering gaps as we go

then passing it on down the line
the big hope and great fear
every goal that been spent
all the rules that were bent

mother to mother
daughter to daughter
scratched from the ground
burnt hard by the sun

fully fed to cover their hunger
from years of denial
then shaped to fit in the dream
squeezed to grow taller than all

in the need of perfect perfection
the legacy tied to our bones
with our roots uplifted and trimmed
and the body a hole to be filled

bodyparts 44

with my eyes closed
i keep it outside
whatever it is i don't need
wherever i feel i can't reach
whoever it was i didn't reach
whoever it was i could need

it takes hard work
to keep it all out
to look as if sleeping
to look satisfied

it takes a long time
to become satisfied
in spite of closed eyes

it takes all the energy left
to reject the need felt
or to reach

until my bodyparts fall into place....

posting an old piece
it's more the inside than my parts
it's what keeps the body moving
a piece from a poetry writing challenge
the challenge was to write a poem from a-z
the first letter of each line forming the alphabet
i do love games like that!
this is also the poem pasted on my neck on my profile pic

arriving to zenith

again i sit down to play with myself
body in tension
contraction, sensation
digging a hole through my inner defence
entangled in
fear

going to places that cannot be found
hidden on maps
impious, voluptuous
jamming the sounds of my subconciousness
kneedeep in
lust

making a promise from the state i am in
never to let go
of my energyflow
protecting the essence of sublime existence
quivering in
raunch

subbtle yet profound the climax is near
tickling my nerves
ultimate encounter
vigorously embraced and mentally squashed
wrapped in
xylonite

yearning for next time with forces unknown, i pull up my
zip

bodyparts 43

still walking


i walked a long way,
from endless oceans
through dead woods
crossing high bridges naked

guided by words and silence
invisible maps in crazy dreams,
i walked a long way
to get from now to now

there are still lions walking
under the apple trees
the grass still thick and green
but much closer than before