Friday, June 3, 2011

Novacane

Novacane

I just want you to numb me

it’s not in the clench of moist slits
or from the tricks of lips
that you will come to find me, surrendered
I will raise white flag with a knowing grin
when you unfurl the impurities of
your whole soul, and
center them next to my own

render me
unable to notice anything but you,
splinter my attention with
the way you stand,
demand of me, with your eyes
to always see your beautiful
when it is drawn before me

baby, I just want you to numb me

and while the most intense kisses
lower my defenses,
an intoxicating spirit makes them unnecessary,
I become weightless, waiting
for you to expose
those scintillating eccentricities
at your disposal
show me everything you
have to offer,
far beyond the traces of
tongue against spine,
rub the moistened tendrils of
your intellect
against the most guarded points
of my mind,
let’s go beyond fucking,
truncate the space between
being the woman who
physically turns me on
and the one all parts of me
dream about touching,
mind,
body,
heart,
 soul
become the drug
that no amount of treatment
controls,
roll your strength
like the others only manage to roll hips,
dip me in your confidence
until my own starts to drip
along the meetings of your sensibility and charm,
flanking me like the most inviting thighs
my fingers mean them no harm,
but I just
have to put hands to that well sculpted pizzazz,
you have a delectable flair about you
and I lose composure fast,
when in your presence,
imbibe this devotion that you have me leaking,
because once you have me thinking
I’m all yours

and I just want you to numb me
don’t merely lick me or stroke me
I’ve been there before,
all those intoxicating positions that
make the heart quicken,
toes start to curl, and knees become
weakened hinges,
but there are more delightful places
I am trying to explore

I want to feel you so much
you are second skin,
your essence syncs with the beats of my heart,
and I can no longer pretend,
make my biggest smiles
solution to an equation
where your presence has to factor in,
make the stars in the sky seem
dull in comparison to the
light that I hold you in,
make every lick, and kiss,
and taste and stoke
feel limited in their provided intensity,
when compared to
the shivers I got from your name,
the first time you
spoke it to me

numb me, from everything else
numb me, from worry, wishing, or want
become catalyst to all those days
that feel good, and a shield
against the ones that don’t

baby, I just want you
to numb me

Worth Sharing

It's been a minute since I've posted here.  Going through a bit of a transition right now, but definitely haven't forgotten about this, my wonderful haven of release.  I appreciate all of you for your patience.  Just saw clips from an amazing performance.  Word Becomes Flesh.  It's spoken word meets theatrical play meets creative dance.  This one has it all.  Something I'd love to go see one day.