E, 1996 - 00 David Harth E, 1996 - 00 David Harth

Eye Burn

My eyes are burning

Sleep deprived

Being silly

All I can do

Listen to you

Hear your beauty

Think about your soul

Your voice

Your lips

 

My eyes are burning

I’m tired tonight

Early hours of my flight

Writing poetry

Thinking about you

The night is young

I’ve just begun

 

My eyes are burning

I see my reflection

Blue coast wars

And coastal museums

Stark naked I stand

On the web to bed

 

My eyes burn

And burn

Oh, so strongly

I’m going to be silly

Be with me

Tonight

And my willy!!

 

Smile

 

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.11.04.02:26:00@505MAHWAH

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Earth Gift

I will bend you

take you by the hair

slap you

turn you

around and around

I will fuck you

up the ass

and between your legs

shove in

pull out

blow me over

I will slam you

up against that wall

your breasts against my chest

grinding away

two souls

two bodies

in the heat

I will torment you

eat you

feed on you

rape your thoughts

and bite at your tits

I will bang away

at your pussy

push harder

deeper each second

my head will go

in and out

in and out

I will be in black

you in your nightgown

slipped over your waist

I can smell you now

Taste your blood

as I bite your scarred lip

Taste your tears

as you yell in pain

in joy

I will look down at you

as you take my cock

in your mouth

suck it

all down

down your throat

until I give you

a gift from the earth

an earth gift.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.10.16.18:28:00@NYC

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Erotic is...

a midnight wonder

a slick date

a shy pussycat

a feather

an ice cube

 

a shower above

a cold touch

cozy socks

and flannel pj’s

 

back rubs

family and friends

your place or mine

today or tomorrow

 

sunsets and sunrises

the bay shore and the gulf of

cruises without bruises

no fighting or war

troubles gone with sorrow

 

news of good; not evil

clouds that bring sunshine

memories, in the memory box

communication

partners whom speak

 

beating down; that sunshine

doves, blue birds, and penguins too

arches, golden, an inspiration

sex over there, sex over here

 

seas, oceans, and a bed of roses

petals, fields, fluffy puffy stuff

backyard swing sets

barbecue spice

holiday time

seasons in the air

fresh baked

no mother is fake

 

your grandmother’s stories

sister’s too

your friend’s best cherished orb

and your last year’s card

 

 

Erotic is...

 

a fireplace

a hearth felt warm

cotton, earth tones, valleys too

boundaries and contributions

covered by law, conquered by bridges

babies, a kitten’s first light, a kangaroo’s hop

 

a skip skip, skip to my loo

a mountain top,

a scotch

and a cover band

 

the jetsons, play-doh, and scooby-doo

Mr magoo, where are you?

an island with gilligan,

and a Family in the All

Whose line?

i’m not sure,

ask benny or monty,

they are erotic too

 

a wim wenders film

a crashing car?

latex, lace, and leather too

handcuffs, silver, a beggar’s change

a tribal beat

a fresh piece of meat

 

a heavenly god

mary’s st jude

lucifer’s actions

and god on his knees

 

art

poetry

your music inside your head;

let’s get wed.

 

 

numbers and letters

jumble too

jingle all along the way

and then one day -

 

E R O T I C A ! !

 

 

E R O T I C A ! !

 

 

a fourth floor song

a street on 42nd

come, cum to the place

a grand ‘ole time

25 cents a 125 channels

 

 

Erotic is....

 

a Miami girl

a Sarajevo accents

a womyn on a television

the weather person’s prediction

a heroin’s addiction

a guy named nixon

i think a cat will need a fixin’

 

Erotic is....

 

strawberries, whipped creme, bananas too

strap-ons, if you can’t handle it - -

you shouldn’t be here

or in there

or able to

 

read, right of the nation

political nation

songs about peace

agony on the streets

 

Please, a Warhol cover

a tune to make a lover

Please, a Warhol show

they won’t ever,

ever,

be this low

 

 

Erotic is....

 

that first kiss,

a bear hug

when that train pulls up...

out pops your lover

your lover

 

a gaze into an eye

amber or gold

blue or oceana

green or pigment

 

a raised eyebrow

or nothing more

pollution making beauty

a stunned white nudity

 

 

Erotic is....

 

at that moment,

...

that one moment in time...

when you realize...

he is for you...

she is for you...

together, a moment,

shared but understood...

loved.

the feeling...

nothing can explain it...

 

Its Erotic.

 

 

 

erotic - adj; 1. of, devoted to, or tending to arouse

                 sexual love or desire <~art>

              2. strongly affected by sexual desire

 

 

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.09.28.23:00:00@NYC

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Enter

Capture the moment

A hand held tightly

A fist to clench

The bed sheets at high noon

The petals of rose buds

Circle around your waist

I come in to enter

As you peel back slowly

I come in to enter

As you water the new

I come in to enter

As you stretch for the light

I come in to enter

As you breathe in the warm sex smell

 

You have all around you

Joyous colors

Of every shade

I come in to enter

As you dim the light

I come in to enter

As you tear down the walls inside

I come in to enter

As you uncover the romantic collection

 

A captured moment filled with thirst

You see the mirror

I film you without horror

I come to enter you

From above and beyond

I come to enter

Forever and ever

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.04.05.00:00:00@31USQWNYC

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