September 10, 2004

haiku

sunlight on warm skin
spring breeze pushes away clouds
sweat on bare shoulders

posted by idlechatter @ 1:30 PM

September 07, 2004

a tongue's travels -
The nape of neck,
taste of salted shoulder,
the perfume of trouble
between her breasts,
traipsing the dry tip
in satin and laceland,
grazing adrift on the
warm whisper of
summer's midriff,
then the underside
of this wander
nothing but slow shifting
until we are sure
the shudder's fixed -
all from the slip
betwixt tongue and lip
of ardent unmet hope.

posted by idlechatter @ 10:15 PM

fishing the room with an eye line

fishing the room with an eye line
waiting for the tug of a strike
I cast out another stare
towards the dark corner
let it drift past where she sits
and she strikes
her eyes leaping into the light
her wrist rolling out and down
she flicks away
darting back into conversation
but the line holds.
she will come back
when she tires of the fight.

posted by idlechatter @ 4:41 PM

September 06, 2004

Come join me in bed.

Come join me in bed.
Slide in here. it's warm.
swap the day's tempest
for a different storm.
why is office gossip
full of darkening clouds?
Who let a southerly chill
sweep the corridor crowds?
These signs like distant thunder
are a foul weather warning.
The old hands will mumble
they see turmoil dawning.
why lean into gales
and corporate rumbles
when you have the offer
of our bumps and tumbles?
Leave icy gloom behind
for a deluge of treats,
a steady patter of kisses
between the bedsheets.

posted by idlechatter @ 7:28 PM