This poem was inspired by the one and only @Un.corps on instagram. His abstract close-ups and full bodied self portraits (both censored and uncensored) display the best of the male anatomy whilst expressing the most earnest and passionate of emotions. Most notable however, is that his face is never revealed in his work.
His manner and mystery evoke the most intense pangs of lust driven by curiosity towards the enigmatic and the unseen. Whether it’s faith in eternity, electricity pulsating through the body or the howling winds of nature, we are all driven and moved by a force which cannot be entirely recognised. For this reason, my words could not be contained.
The citation to Frida Khalo is a nod to the works published in her once secret diary, which have undoubtedly influenced the overall literary flow and style of this piece. I wanted to keep the emotion as raw as possible, which means the lines do not follow a set or predictable structure, and the words – compulsive and uncontrollable – ryhme at random.
On short, these words convey the anticipation and adrenaline that accompanies everything we desperately want, yet cannot see in entirety.
I want to swim in your veins
As the tides rise.
He is faceless,
Yet I can feel his hands.
My hair stands at attention,
He is inside me
All over me.
“He is me.
I am him.” – Frida Khalo
Keep me on the edge of darkness,
I don’t want to be illuminated by your eyes.
I want to watch the rainbow of you,
Dancing across the sky in flamingo motion.
Movement. Dance. Emotion.
An eruption of Cumulonimbus clouds
Oozing from the sky.
I observe you.
I want you.
I cannot see you.
But I can feel you.
The electricity.
Desire.
Fire.
Magnetism.
A tree sprouting from the earth.
Hands guiding me to dance
Upon the fields beneath the heavens.
Spring is here,
Guiding me to feel the petals
Caressing my fingers
Kissing my face.
Nature.
Rush hour.
A journey through time
And space.
All the dimensions,
I want to feel you.
More than I want to see you.
You’re giving me life,
Yet depriving me of sight.
Adrenalin.
You are life’s greatest mystery.
The unanswered questions
Lay in the abyss of your face.
One can hold out in faith
In the hopes that they
Will be welcomed into heaven when they die.
In you,
I find the hope of everlasting life.
Over, and over again
As I summon the angels
To fuck me in the dark.
You are the angel…
A faceless angel.
You are energy.
Life force.
Gravity.
Unseen concepts.
You are love.
You are life.
Feelings do not have a face,
Neither do orgasms.
You are the footsteps approaching,
From down the hall.
Anticipation.
The ocean churning
In the depths
Of my orchid blossom.
Rising in ecstasy,
Collapsing in spent
Serenity.
Rocks breaking my fall.
Spasms.
Vibrations abound.
Your frequency rises
When the sun goes down.
Your colours glide like rainbows.
Butterflies.
The universe.
Touch me.
Guide my face to the night.
I want to feel you.
You are hope in infancy,
An embryo in the womb.
I swim in murky depths
To find peace with you there.
Before life matures us.
Your moods are as ambiguous
As the darkness which conceals
Your face.
Your blood is my blood,
Coursing through my veins.
Crimson tides on a canvas.
If your rivers,
Ever run dry,
I
Will most surely die.
You are
My eyes wide shut,
Shielded in leather
Begging
For your fingers around my throat
Fire blazing down my neck
Kissing my back.
Perspiration.
Elation.
Over, and over again.
I am you.
You are me.
He represents,
The very length of this poem.
And the words,
My words,
They keep flowing out of my mouth,
In rapturous abandon.
Surrendering to oxygen.
Breaking against river banks.
Quivering with pleasure.
I cannot stop,
Like a waterfall descending,
Climaxing against the earth’s firm flesh.
Pink,
Blue,
Yellow,
You are fire.
So warm, yet so dangerous.
A silhouette against the open window,
Making love to the sunrise,
Ecstasy.
A powerful entity…
Energy.
I am you,
You are me.
Whimsical Wordsmith 