found-poem

To find someone who understands you inside out, who knows you more than you do, who simply just wants you as much as you want them, is truly erotic.
—  Lukas W. // Talk about intimacy
And when you walk with her, you start to forget your way. You start to get lost and it is the kind of lost that feels a lot like going back home.
—  L.W. // Lost in a way that’s found
6

oh, on the starship enterprise
there’s someone who’s in satan’s guise
whose devil ears and devil eyes
could rip your heart from you. 

oh, girls in space be wary
be wary, be wary
girls in space be wary
we know not what he’ll do!

She was even more naked
between her legs,
because after all,
it was dubious times;
it was war,
each one biting wide.

Open love- 
such a lie!
Oh, engulf me here
asleep in the wrecked
phosphorescent bones of logic.

Old he was in trusting anguish.
He was in legs and arms a mile long.

She passes away.
He never went off.
Go in the void of her.
That I did.

There was first of all the puzzles.

Died somehow I had…
always with breath.
I found that obsession
is a machine on long
after the drive in me.
I would rot out with it of course.

We,
the last of the line,
never once mated.
Amazing.

So am I nothing?

To Death:
Shape a man on stilts,
age 29.

-More of my work @ www.arguspaul.com

She stood as someone from the dark.
Catch is passing on backward.
Move me, she said,
Am I beautiful?
It’s not how I feel.

Will everyone fight and leave
so when it’s all over
we can touch gently?

I said,
Own the path out of sight of the widows.

Come to build love long-
but wait,
the beginning was new
and nothing would ever grow old
like quick hearts rushing

faster,
faster,
faster.

-More of my work @ www.arguspaul.com