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