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LOVE OUTSIDE 

i want you horny, 
want you wet, 
like a river 
when we pet, 
remembering 
when we first met- 
on a bridge, 
in the rain, 
out of town. 

i want to taste you 
kiss on kiss, 
bleed like heaven 
in your bliss, 
pick you up 
and throw you down 
like this- 
in a park, 
in the dark, 
lay down. 

hands through hair, 
tongues and teeth 
and lubed up lips, 
hard sucks, 
finger fucks, 
long licks- 
take you, 
take me, 
underneath this tree- 
love rocks, 
time stops 
its ticks. 

you take me long, 
and love me loud, 
throbbing in your satin shroud, 
thrusting deep 
to pleasures peak, 
harder when you try to speak, 
gasping as our juices meet- 
orgasms kiss 
and pass 
through the rumpled sheet 
of grass. 

stay inside, 
slip and slide 
and make it last; 
watch your smile, 
talk a while- 
share a smoke, 
enjoy a joke 
and heaven ask- 
don’t let the now, become the past. 

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2009. ASPECTS OF LOVE.

 

THE WORD LOVE

if i could take
the word love,
and give to it
the sound of how
you speak,
then look inside
its shell
and find you-
living out the years
like you belong:

i would wear
its shape and substance
in the shadow
of myself,
and hold it in my
empty hand
to not feel so alone-
then raise it to
my lips and taste
its phrase and something more-

as i head home,
along that rutted road
of fallow fields
and ancient tracks,
through what was, and is now,
and might become-
while posing pines,
stand and hang in quiet air
absorbing spoken thoughts
like silent sentinels.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. ASPECTS OF LOVE. 2009. All Rights Reserved.

 

SUMMER WIND

you remind me of the rhythms in myself-
no house to play to
or the sound in someone else-
that drives their dreams
in simple scenes.

your music, is the motion of the waves
soul troubled too-
by yesterdays,
searching for a sigh that isnt wrong
to be its song.

your meadow, is a harvest shimmering
in light and hue,
in summer wind,
waiting, for a stranger passing through-
to settle in its simmering.

taste the rain
and take it in you,
long for it to come again-
meanings grow when fates continue
to reach for reasons, and remain.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. ASPECTS OF LOVE. 2009. All Rights Reserved.

 

FALLING FOR YOU

so far back
deep in the magma of you,
with thoughts i lack
suddenly coming too.

so far back
in your words and feelings hue,
your molten track
a furnace of fire anew.

the pleasures foretold
in this world unglued,
now mine to behold
falling for you.

come love, etch your runes
onto sensuous skin,
and make my empty waiting rooms
ripple with longing.

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ADUMBRATE LOVES SHALLOWS

goddess of the moon
fusion of light and shadow,
come now, light my room-
make darkness shrink and narrow.

gravitate to me
awake inside un-natural light,
half written, half unknown i be
eclipsed in doubt, but inward bright.

bring your blooms to this fallow bed
alone in fates sad stare,
wrap me in your ethereal thread,
to reset time and covet care.

adumbrate loves shallows
in my sanctum core,
where the pastels fade and pallow
without depth and shade on dwindling shore.

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WHEN THE ROAD FORKS

soft scented ring
on straightened bow,
the joy you bring
inside me now-

the candle burning, slowly down,
the mirror showing more of you-
arched back and shoulders golden brown,
hips rock, hair tumbling too-

as hope and passion rise and fall
in symmetry and space,
the perfect beauty of it all,
enraptures face and place-

and be it now, or beyond this,
with gentle hands and loves soft kiss-
to trace your smile and touch your thoughts,
still, after this, when the road forks.

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INTANGIBLE

intangible,
like God, heaven
and the meaning of life
ultimately-

but to us, the motion of the wheel of time
brings it back to earth.

intangible
like feelings felt and factorised
unclear, but seen and realised
in the aspect of your eyes.

intangible
like an unfinished thought
in a cloud of smoke,
like oxygen 
invisible,
like laughter
when you tell a joke,
or the sound 
of a musical note-
and the lilt in the tone of your voice.

intangible
like life and love
in a bowl of hope,
or your scent
on some words you wrote
in a book set down-
in lucid language
that unfolds like a film in my mind;

intangible
like a warm wind stroking skin
real, beyond imagining.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. ASPECTS OF LOVE. 2009. All Rights Reserved.

 

TOUCH A THOUGHT ABOUT YOU

touch a thought
about you,
sense how deep
it goes,
your love has brought
it out anew-
let it speak
what it knows.

the scents of summer 
fill the air
when you walk 
through light,
my senses hum their
joys and care-
and when you talk,
my mood burns bright.

everything 
becomes reflected,
in your dark aspect
and almond eyes;
the doubts of doom, bling
like the moon, respected-
redrawn by the architect
of your sighs.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. ASPECTS OF LOVE. 2009. All Rights Reserved.

 

LOVE WANES LIKE OLD NEWS

she left,
without remorse or love to lose-
and cleft
the music from the blues.
bereft,
in melancholy mental muse-
the theft
of love wanes like old news,
and jests
through pain to wear in new shoes-
the rest,
just words in ink and oral clues.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. ASPECTS OF LOVE. 2009. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

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