Livewire

I write you hot, dripping poems John Doe
and I write them in crimson ink to simulate my blood,
cut me open and feel its flood,
read the river rushing through my mud.
Touch the words.
Taste the phrases.
Treasure the sentences.
Dip your hand in the arteries of my thoughts and eat my poetry live.
Watch it turn you into sunlight.
Go on John Doe,
whet your rambunctious appetite
and sit at the alter of my twin temples to pray,
that our incredible Love should fiercely last,
withstanding the stones that the world may cast,
enraged by such rarity, totally aghast.
Come, make love to every shiver in my body John Doe.
There’s a home in the satin softness of my skin,
it isnt a random bed and breakfast inn,
my flesh is sanctimonious, not a house of sin.
Watch my belly dance to your tune John Doe.
Let my organs seduce you in your sleep
and watch your heart learn music from my heart,
your lungs survive on my breath like Art
and your mind from all coherence depart,
although it’s inside my white hot centre that I shall meet you truly,
soul to soul, whole to whole.
So set fire to my purpose and turn it into flaming passion John Doe.
Lick the tongues of those flames and burn with me, churn and most importantly learn,
that nothing comes sans a price.
Elope with me John Doe,
to the other side of reality,
to an island of madness and its ability,
away from routine and its futility.
Into lavender sands yielding to our distracted feet
and crystal blue waves mirrored in our starry eyes.
whistle me, whisper me or weep my name out loud,
till your lungs explode in ecstasy.
Play me as you will, wistful, mirthful or woebegone. I am your own winding song.
Sing me before your choice audience, laying bare our wild wild story
, and then sit back and watch them gnash their teeth enviously, in wicked wicked glee.