Archive for neurotica


Posted in poems with tags , , on May 28, 2013 by Phillip Barker


I lick the pain from the surfaces
Of your restlessly questing mind
I digest the depths and breadth of you

Licking your identity
off of your back
Tracing your spine –

Turning – and sucking the passion from your belly
Rising and kissing your nipple concealing hands
As they open – drink in your thoughts from your breasts

Releasing your belt
Your jeans pooling on the floor –
tracing your furry glory
the hard wet button
the saturated lips
through the fabric of my dream

Seated – on the edge of your chair
Throwing your feet onto my shoulders –
sliding the last gossamer sheen of cloth
along your long legs
reaching down and opening your petals
pulling me in with your ankles behind my neck

I suck the juice of your lyric
Taste the savory fluid of your spirit
As it falls across my tongue
Caress moans – and sighs – from your lips

Rising to my knees –
Penetrate to the core of you
Write sonnets and compose airs
In the depths of you
As you carve street poems
And hard steel thoughts
Across the surfaces of me

Later – running the late night streets
Like wolverines
You suck songs from me
On your knees in a dark alley
And later – I stroke epics from you
On a car bonnet
Your skirt around your hips
Bare feet spurring my back
As late night clubbers
cheer me on
And applaud the eloquence
Of your passion
And take up the glorious chant
Of your long – slow release

And we rise –
into the high
forgotten spaces
of the city

And I strip you naked
For the cool breeze
to tease your flesh
And watch as ecstasy builds
A crescendo of wanting
A libretto of need

We fuck like animals
Flailing away at each other
You pissing vitriol at the city below
Me, feeling your rain on my thighs
And your pleasure in my mind

Later – the skies open –
and we sit naked on the roof top
Letting the clouds and rain
Cleanse us of a madness so intense
I fear for my ability to return
And you weep like an ecstatic child
Who’s had way too much candy

And later again – your room
And I lay you out on your belly-
And stroke and lick your spine
As you slide into a deeply sated sleep
And I retreat – satyred
Into the city
With your song on my lips
And your scent around me
Like an erotic halo


October 2010