presence

silhouette

of the body, in the soul
woman is made and known
beyond the sight
alone
a moment’s breath
life, liquid
welling deep into invisible bone

of the body, with the body
curving, slopes are borne
high and heavy, known
a moment’s step
smooth along the palm
holding, holding

of the body, with the soul
silk and velvet, living
a moment’s sight
open rays in stars, shining
knowing, knowing
known.

© 2015 threegoodwords

something else

silhouette 2

it’s not even waiting
that was never
this

it’s knowing
you’re out there
doing that
and that

and that one thing
you’re really good at

and simply not getting bothered

coz there’s that one thing
that drop in tone
that sudden hold
insistant

that soft
what the fuck
you really want…
oh my fucking God

when things are said
and done
that you wanted
oh yeah
but kind o’ sort o’
never expected

that curve there
turn left, then right
dip and flow
until it’s some serious music
that we’re making
here on this – what?
uh-huh, yeah
I just went there

so yeah
you’re out there
doing things that
make me
go ahead
and do that again

right there and there
and there
coz I don’t care
and do care
in a crazy curious way
about what you do
with who and when and where

coz this ain’t love
this is something else
hotter, deeper
yes right there
so good
it’s fucking

awesome

coz you want some
a bit too much
a bit too now
a bit too hard

on that part
no one wants to
give up

so yeah
it’s not waiting
it’s knowing
there’s another Q lined up
to that A you just don’t wanna
coz you make me wanna
yeah, I just went there

.

© 2014 threegoodwords

(a)wait

It’s so quiet. So quiet. So…
This waiting is killing me, this quiet, silent, waiting that never ends

For something to happen
categories of emptiness

I have no idea what I’m talking about
We sing and swing and live without light

Inside

Out – you go, no, don’t stay, go go go,

Gogo dancers, do they ever get cold?

Inhibition, intuition, into something, into other

me, you, us, them, everybody, anybody,
any body
arms, legs, feet, head,
everything in between
that place that says now now here here
me me me
whereverwhateverwhenever

that part that wants to shout in the street
at 3:30 in the a.m.
I don’t give a damn

fuck it just do it

damn damn damn

damn it go on just do it
all in, all win, all those sins
committed
original

that’s SO original
authentic, real
anyway, every day, all time any damn
and here’s me waiting to

stay stay stay

away, a ray of sunshine
when it’s gone
and it’s all so quiet
a swan, song;

through dawn and day
into the night, bright stars shining
and then lying on a bed in rome, lying, crying

sighing into the night

wishing waiting that maybe, possibly,
somebody just might
get lucky
happy
not frontin’
coz she wants to move

he just wants ta love ya baby
but he’s a hustler too
it ain’t where he been
but where he ’bout to – get back here when the lights come on
I don’t give one damn about Tyrone!
You gonna be back here when the lights come on

come on come on come on

oh come ON!

You did NOT just say that!
Yes I did
Yes I said it.
Yeah I did

And I really, really, really meant it

So take that big
bad wolf that’s howling at the
Put your pants back on! Gross!
Flicking back long blonde hair
Nails all polished
Eyes set on glare

Stare
Stair
way to go
It was heaven
Ya make me wanna
scream and shout

It’s 3 in the fuckin’ a.m. you crazy?
Come back here!

Don’t you dare.

 

© 2014 threegoodwords

 

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