I am unconstrained

Tearing my shirt at the chest,
the sun, rippling and warm upon my flesh,
if I am too much, too raw to see,
avert your gaze, lest go blind


I am Undefinable

For I am the poet and the muse
the stamen and the *****,
both sword and soft center
lucid, vivid and lusciously alive


I am unrelenting

Though darkness wields a mighty sword,
it's no match for the golden light
streaming from beneath my skin
in energetic symphony


I am unencumbered

No lovers mischief or betrayal
can cast even the smallest shadow
upon the sun in which I stand
For mine-own's the truest love of all



I am unclothed

All apology in tatters on the floor
Just the scent of sweat and *** and light
Sweet and gentleness unending,
painted boldly, scars and all
with brushes fashioned from the stars


I am untethered

And none but me shall shape this tale
the architect of my design
will is free and has grown strong
no serpents tongue may guide my way


I am unending,

Powered blue and lily white
I wear my scarlet letter like a crown
chartuse center, vivid and soaring,
Sipping moonlight from my hand


I am unafriad, as of yet unwritten

And should you so choose,

I am you

Let's disappear
       like clouds
            after the rain
                   Tween earth and sky,
                            there is but you and I

I slip the straps and release the clasp
of your over-the-shoulder boulder holder.
Gravity asserts itself, and you sigh as
I wonder if I should get even bolder

because

The jaws of love masquerade
as petals of a flower

so

Just say if you want me to stop.
We are, after all, in the middle of a shop.
I was attracted when I saw you smile.
As we passed in the frozen food aisle.
Now people are staring though the window.
Shocked at my nonchalant innuendo.
And if your purse metaphor extends to this.
We can go to the Bank for a little kiss

though

I may not be able to afford
nine feather mattresses and a golden pea.
But if you could make do
with a lilo and a marble
then …
You've pulled Princess.

© Pagan Paul (30/05/17)

.
Your flesh lies in your grave,
my ashes fly on the breeze.
And our Ghosts intertwine,
link-haunting through the trees.

Ethereal energy in ivory white,
wraith-like tinged in blue.
Mist shroud figures wrapped
are the Ghosts of me and you.

You call across my aeons,
your shade is next to mine.
I reply within a veiled second,
deflowering the ***** of time.

Forever conjoined fog-twins,
eternity is our lust to save.
With my ashes on the wind
and your flesh lying in a grave.

© Pagan Paul (31/05/17)