Showing posts with label Sensuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sensuality. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 December 2025

Horripilation - a poem

[Image description: looking upwards through a transparent umbrella to view multiple raindrops.
Photo ©️ & courtesy @paubearman on Instagram.]


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horripilation



a wonderful

if infrequent

horripilant event

a mild evening

a light rain falling

shooting-stars

visible momentarily

passing through

the amber glow

of street-lighting

raindrops tickle

on exposed flesh

a cool breeze

tousling my hair

though

not worrying

how I appear

a sweet, earthy scent

exudes from nature’s pores

penetrates

my nostrils

and stimulates

my olfactory sense

a total

sensual

experience

my id and ego

are in accord

just for once

my physiology

responds

messages

are dispatched

rapidly

breathing deepens

contraction

of cutaneous muscles

erection

of hairs on my skin

temporary pimples

spread like a rash

goose-flesh

and in turn

this arouses

a further reaction

another deep inhalation

then a shiver

takes root in my chest

sending its tendrils

to my neck

and chills

down my spine

all the way to my coccyx

the ignition

to a body-wide

explosion

of pleasurable

sensation

such

horripilation



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A Spanish-language translation of this updated poem will hopefully follow shortly!


 

Tuesday, 14 August 2018

ME


ME


Lying abed
hour after hour
Quotidian longueur
Year follows year
inexorably
A prisoner
trapped in the bed
hidden by the blind
out of sight
outside
I want to be out there
living Life
not feeling ennui
or intermittent despair

Twenty birthdays past
when I was free
to simply be
and I danced then
cutting through
floating on
the air
I lived fully
in my body
running
leaping
flying
swimming
singing
joking
laughing
dancing
experiencing
intense Love
kissing
caressing
developing
affinities
my soul

This body keeps me here now
the flesh that struggles to struggle
no longer able to snuggle
in a lover’s embrace
nor for that matter
in a friend’s hug
This same body that’s killing me
slowly
but oh
 so painfully
Weary spirituality
Hope fades
colour drains
into multiple grey-shades
Insufficient energy
to risk mourning
promises of love
No sensuality
No plans
No Future
No happy-ever-after
Readying pain by pain
for an unsolicited here-after
Longing for much more
to be free
of anomie
of constant yearning
of constant envy
to be pain-free again
to awaken a too long-dormant heart
to experience intimacy
to sleep normally
to once again
read a novel cover to cover
entertain friends to a multi-course dinner
play adult games in bed
spontaneously
to be just the older
perhaps wiser
Me