Beholden to Behind

 

A thumb – intently placed on chin

caressing every freckle into a letter

that spells out a story blushing lips

that remand and remade the ending

 

Forefinger – smoothing the jaw

straight as lines read and re-read

he turns her over like a page

his favourite fable, every inch

a mythology of unreason.

 

Genteel palm – perfectly placed

on ripened white, depressing spine

into maidenly goading of docility.

Two hearts, to start – a beautiful violation

 

 

© Katypoetess 2015

 

Voyeur

 

 
Moon beckons a beacon for the night demon’s path.
Comfort strewn by creaks of cooling corners in the bedroom.
Dutiful goodnight kisses obligate a renewed commitment
to freshly etched, stone set commandments of the marriage rite.

Left alone, he clicks familiar websites, browsing history
carefully kept out of sight. Easing tension transiently until eyes
hit on a caress of photo exhibited heedlessly. Reality battles virtuality
as thoughts slowly unzip the mask which slips silken to floor.

He fumbles to unclasp the clips to cyberstrip his Jezebel
who exists no more. As he closes his eyes, two knights collide,
twilight pain whipped alive again. It feels right, this hardcore
shame where he clamours death’s toll of Lilith’s liberation.

Lilith locks her front door, scurries upstairs. Scanning sky
for moon’s position, her brow furrows at full dominant shine
onto cunny musked sheets that arouse him. She remorsefully
shakes her head at the calling of her name within the silence.

Hot shiver – against eyes that she cannot see, but hold her
in gaze of violence of tormented past and mist a certain future.
This nyctophilic nymph lies down on stake of anhedonia,
praying for a peaceful sleep on splintered bed of obsession.

Anxious, as she blushes drowsy, his recurrent, fevered
subjugation returns. Feather of nightmares that tender a sting
more than any crop. He binds red thread round each wrist,
tying her tight, taking refuge in her secluded humiliation.

All his loss, his gain, his forthcoming pleasure and perpetual
pain dwells in her delirium. Dangering heavy on her solitude,
watching her scream his screams, weep his tears for him
as he is muzzled and mislead by promise of marital monogamy.

He pushes his hardened possession into her, so subtle, so gently,
so not to disturb her memories of a broken heart. “I want the control”
he whispers. She semi-swoons a protest, but her unconscious
relinquishes all resistance. He knows, she is his again.

Hydropic yearning spreads herself to drink his flamboyant lechery.
A salacious slave of his command to enter evergreen eden.
He ritualizes a devotional crucifixion with slow tender touch,
writing a sonnet on her breasts and raising her hips to his rhythm.

She licks and stokes abyss between who he thinks he should be
and who he really is. Caressing every conflict, nuzzling neuroses
acted out in careless words of sin. Prudently, he threshes her thighs
in carnal vexation, every lash a fight against his compulsion.

“Let me go”, she pleads as he rollicks rough her ruffled long strands
of auburn on pillow. He pursues to violate her with his melody,
“You will always be mine”. A jealous bite of erotomania that brings
them to obscene symphony, cadenced by her faithful cries.

He fades as she wakes, wet confusion blurs night into day.
Taste on lips she cannot place. Night visions flush fixation that fervid
villain will return to reclaim his Juliet of dark tragedy. Committed
to Magdalene asylum, she rattles the bars on her window, awaiting a rescue.

 

Voyeur, from “Of Lilith and Anthony” – © Katypoetess 2013

 

Homecoming

 

Awaited awakening

loose lipped, tight tipped

Injecting deep into me

formaldehyde of jealousy

 

Rhythmic warm chill

presses on pulsating throat

sticky skin anoints

soothing balm of obssession

 

Surrender fills silence

thighs pillow dormant anger

your cunning apology

having resentfully missed me

 

tendrilled fingertips weave

careless laced crimson strands

tentative anxious bite

into embalmed grey shoulder

 

Revived and resurrected bride

absorbing your milky zenith

reclaims me spellbound

tearing the cobwebs inside

 

 

© Katypoetess 2013

Anthony and Katypatra

 

 

I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.

Skin up, pop cork to dilute our blood with Bollinger.

Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer,

goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.

 

“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*

 

Coiling concubine – arabesque around your thighs to nourish exotic fantasy.

Arching precision that brushstrokes sorcery onto chest and fever the soft hair below your belly.

Teasing out your sacred melancholy, never leaving each others gaze.

 

“There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.”*

 

Your angel, your nemesis – drip feeding you decadence.

I’m watching your concentration, my inspiration a Sahara

of aspiration as you write. You listen only to your own thoughts,

I triumph in cruel comfort of living the low life with you.

 

“O! my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten”*.

 

Montage of limb upon limb, we snuggle idle – licking,

mewling as Persian kittens wrapped in each others paws.

Your kingdom falls into a Nile of our new found innocence

equating to divine forever. Content and wonderfully misspent.

 

“Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows bent”.*

 

Keeping temple open – you compulsively worship through Sunday.

Seductive flush of an asp’s curse onto suburban empire.

Bequething a purulent wound, I scratch hieroglyphics on your back.

Your fallen one, juxtapose all shades of crimson and gold. I leave.

 

“He’s speaking now, or murmuring ‘Where’s my serpent of old Nile?”*

 

*Shakespeare – Antony and Cleopatra

© Katypoetess 2013

Katypatra 1

 

 

Gentleman Caller II

 

Slowly snaking long, lascivious red plait

so carefully made after she has bathed

in honour of his accession. He arrives –

never on time, commands her to strip

and kneel before him in sham cravenness.

Binding wrists and ankles behind soft

white hind, wasting no time in tasting

liberation that is hard to find away from

this decadent Eden. Winding fingers tight,

a devilish dragging of braid pulls head

back to an angle that pleases the most.

 

He declares white drops of silken grace

over her face and faint flamed strands

falling disobediently from her submission.

Beguiling the scent of her sticky humility,

He smears her readiness on her lips while

untying restraints and kissing every mark

the love has made. Raising her chin, he

teases her yearning, “Did you miss me?”

Picking up his car keys, he calls time again.

Their eyes both shine twilight, and she smiles.

 

From “Shadows of Magdalene”

 © Katypoetess 2013

Voyeur

 

Moon beckons a beacon for the night demon’s path. Comfort strewn by creaks
of cooling corners in the bedroom. Dutiful goodnight kisses obligate a renewed
commitment to freshly etched, stone set commandments of the marriage rite.

Left alone, he clicks familiar websites, browsing history carefully kept out of sight.
Easing tension transiently until eyes hit on a caress of a photo exhibited heedlessly.
Reality battles virtuality as thoughts slowly unzip the mask which slips silken to floor.

He fumbles, to unclasp the clips to cyberstrip his Jezebel who isn’t there any more.
As he closes his eyes, two knights collide and twilight pain is whipped alive again.
It feels right, this hardcore shame where he clamours death toll of Lilith’s liberation.

Lilith locks her front door, creeps upstairs. Scanning sky for moon’s position,
her brow furrows at full dominant shine onto cunny musked sheets that arouse him.
She remorsefully shakes her head at the calling of her name within the silence.

Hot shiver – against eyes that she cannot see, but hold her in a gaze of violence
of tormented past and mist a certain future. This salacious nymph lies down on
stake of anhedonia, praying for a peaceful sleep on splintered bed of obsession.

Shameless, as she blushes drowsy, his recurrent, fevered subjugation returns.
Feather of nightmares that tender a sting more than any crop. He binds red thread
round each wrist, tying her tight, taking refuge in her secluded humiliation.

All his loss, his gain, his forthcoming pleasure and perpetual pain lies in her delirium.
Dangering heavy on her solitude, watching her scream his screams, weep his tears
for him as he is muzzled and mislead by locked promise of marital monogamy.

He pushes his hardened possession into her, so subtle, gently as not to disturb her
memories of a broken heart. “I want the control” he whispers. She semi-swoons
a protest, but her unconscious relinquishes all resistance. He knows she is his again.

Hydropic yearning spreads herself to drink his flamboyant lechery. A salacious slave
of his command to enter evergreen eden. He ritualizes a devotional crucifixion with
slow tender touch, writing a sonnet on her breasts and raising her hips to his rhythm.

She licks and stokes abyss between who he thinks he should be and who he really is.
Caressing every conflict, nuzzling neuroses acted out in careless words of sin. Prudently,
he threshes her thighs in carnal vexation, every lash a fight against his compulsion.

“Let me go”, she pleads as he rollicks rough her ruffled long strands of auburn on pillow.
He pursues to violate her with his melody, “You will always be mine”. A jealous bite
of erotomania that brings them to obscene symphony, cadenced by her faithful cries.

He fades as she wakes, wet confusion blurs night into day. Taste on lips she cannot place,
Night visions flush fixation that fervid villain will return to reclaim his Juliet of dark tragedy.
Committed to Magdalene asylum, she rattles the bars on her window and awaits a rescue.

© Katypoetess 2013

Morning Shower

 

Your Katy, your Kitty courtesan. Running a disorderly house in this

goldfish bowl of hype. City hotel room, mountain topped veneered luxury.

Hearts beat dawn rhythm ridden hard and sodden in salted white sheets

while I whispered your name and the age you would die, in the dark.

 

We refract against light that spears our skin through the curtains.

Silk and cotton, now forgotten – strewn on last nights hard worn floor

where you brutally banished the guilt out of us. Lashed onto my back

hot marks of passion descending through a waterfall of I love yous’.

 

Holding me tight against uneasy lies that bind us. I tell you it’s the most

important year of your life. You avert your face chasing me to the bathroom.

Whetted breath rise my breasts to touch cold chest that stings a bond

of yearning. Eyes albedo an ambience of our omnipresent want.

 

Tipping my head towards lips that anchor metallic tang, I’m tongued

and flung in a listless wishing well. You cast a storm over my shoulder

with wistful diamond touch that drips between steam misted skin.

Fastened with an evermore kiss holding mouthful of tears and fated fears.

 

Lust’s spectre rainbows a glory ring of salvation, then vaporises again.

Pink mist dissipates, parousia remains contained in that ethereal, quietus kiss.

Voyeurs busy themselves on streets below, salivating in their own sufferings.

Bags packed – checking out, we anticipate the ending, await an epiphany.

 

© Katypoetess 2013

 

 

 

Equinox

 

“I love this bed” you sigh. Half clambering, half enticing.

Socks fly chaotically towards carefully folded suit trousers

on the stair banister outside our door. seductively deluded

domestic comfort. We mock the coupling joggers sweating and panting.

Beating the towpath in desperate lust for a BMI of whatever. We know

a much better way to keep the pounds off by keeping pounding. You in me.

 

The exhibitionist in us squeals loudly. Delight at unpredicted

passing canal boats, captains and ship mates looking out.

Can they see you knelt, tugging softly at my amber gold down

with your teeth? Sometimes, we close the curtains tight

Bed darkened by earnest to fuck undisturbed.

Oblivious to leaves falling, endless night approaching.

Feet pinned and needled, heart thudding, I greed

in delicious delight of coming together – then becoming

your very own tangle down, your autumn colour, in post-coital fragility.

 

Then tea.  I make your Goodbye cup, ritualised to soften blow

of you going home. I stir far more slowly than the first one

As passionate urgency always wins over courtesy.

Always hurried, pathetically weak, usually undrunk.

Slopping this one up the stairs, accompanied by a saucer

of chocolate biscuits attempting to delay inevitable wrenching apart.

Time’s up. More leaves fall; crisp and tattered, tornadoed in confusion.

Briskly kissed with a promise of soon, I shut the front door.

 

© Katypoetess 2013

A little bohemia in Warwick

 

“Remember these times.” Urging me earnestly

whilst you nuzzle my hair down there.  I dizzy and delight

at your glasses still on. A wicked glint behind

magnified – tantalizes. I draw breathe, thighs tense.

I protest “No, no, you can’t do that it’s the wrong time of….”

 

You can. You will. You do. Body squirming, eyes wide,

I clutch the duvet, horrified. You quieten my cries of desire

with an abandon of climatic peace. Then up you rise.

A tell tale of nature’s lipstick smears your beard.

 

“Just tastes different, is all.” Pushing glasses back up nose,

subversive smile grows and wanders to the bathroom.

Empty wine bottles proud where my embarrassment blushes

bewilderment, amongst tease of your smoke and mirrors.

Unable to write. I live. “Remember” he said.

 

© Katypoetess 2013

Anthony and Katypatra

 

I arrive – quickly turning bedroom from Rome to Alexandria.

Skin up, pop a cork to dilute our blood with Bollinger.

Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer,

goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.

 

“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*

 

Coiling concubine – arabesque around your thighs

to nourish exotic fantasy. Arching precision that brushstrokes

sorcery onto chest and fever the soft hair below your belly.

Teasing out your sacred melancholy, never leaving each others gaze.

 

“There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.”*

 

Your angel, your nemesis – drip feeding you decadence.

I’m watching your concentration, my inspiration a Sahara

of aspiration as you write. You listen only to your own thoughts

while I triumph in cruel comfort of living the low life with you.

 

“O! my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten”.*

 

Montage of limb upon limb, we snuggle idle – licking, mewling

as Persian kittens wrapped in each others paws.

Your kingdom falls into a Nile of our new found innocence

equating to divine forever. Content and wonderfully misspent.

 

“Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows bent”.*

 

Keeping temple open – you compulsively worship through Sunday.

Seductive flush of an asp’s curse onto suburban empire.

Leaving a purulent wound, I scratch hieroglyphics on your back.

Your fallen one, juxtapose all shades of crimson and gold. I leave.

 

© Katypoetess 2013

Antony and Cleopatra – Shakespeare *

Gentleman Caller

 

 

Never expect but always must anticipate
Children now asleep, I am freshly bathed
His fantasy diverting to an eager soliloquy
Gentleman caller
raps my door delicately

Dutifully agitated into dazed acquiescence
He thrusts me forward, a quickening zealous
One hand over mouth, other girdles my belly
Gentleman caller
then politely assaults me

I turn on kettle as he retreats from my thighs
Thirst now quenched in this arduous night
Shivered sticky heat departs my skin freely
Gentleman caller
demurely drinks his tea

Mug carelessly discarded by cold kitchen sink
For morning to remind me of where he has been
Abandoning mistress with torn, tainted nightie
Gentleman caller
hastily takes his leave

 

© Katypoetess 2012

Banished to Eden

 

We blend into each other’s colours

begging serpent’s curiosity of insidious skin.

Sullen hand removed, reveals scars in their beauty

motherhood replaced by conjured virgin within

 

Love’s chameleon tongues a hedonism

anxious lips kiss curved ribs appled in eye

pole dancing a Jacob’s ladder of debauchery

“Don’t move” you cry, and I’m flung far and wide

 

Pulse thumped throat tightens, maddens,

desire’s fury to open violent playpen of lust

salivating our self absorbed paradise

brutish tender tones surprise with every push

 

Thumb in mouth. I suck hard, forsaken

and you greedy yourself in my insatiableness

bruised by a ruse that love has no bounds

I am freed from my untamed contrariness

 

Defiantly swaying velvet to centre stage

I ride you deeply in transient dominance

gently to the back and front of your mind.

lace and ribbons untangle your resistance

 

Climax flushes a bond of leo constellation

a delicacy radiates an interstellar delight.

Starcrossed, I’m miraged by your poetry

that one day you could be mine, despite.

 

Bright blue eyes disguise dark in sky

we lie in a guileless romantic tension.

Later, indulged, I sleep tight in your arms,

In a perpetual night of sexual possession.

 

 

 

© Katypoetess 2012

 

 

 

Homecoming

 

Awaited awakening

loose lipped, tight tipped

injecting deep into me

formaldehyde of jealousy

 

Rhythmic warm chill

presses on pulsating throat

sticky skin anoints

soothing balm of obssession

 

Surrender fills silence

thighs pillow dormant anger

your cunning apology for

having resentfully missed me

 

Tendrilled fingertips weave

careless laced crimson strands

tentative anxious bite

into embalmed grey shoulder

 

Revived and resurrected bride

absorbing your milky zenith

reclaims me spellbound

tearing the cobwebs inside

 

© Katypoetess 2012