less remaining time
less healthy skin
more words whispered
less words written
less biting your tongue
more getting bitten
more “sins” lived
less the sin of not living
Meaning in Experience, Poetry, Sex, and Speed.
Tag: Sex
less remaining time
less healthy skin
more words whispered
less words written
less biting your tongue
more getting bitten
more “sins” lived
less the sin of not living
smoking coffee
dancing bare-feet
inside the veins of my neck
movements seep
hear the flow
pounding
faster
behind your ears
till it breaks your ribs
till it rips
those sheets
– Bass M. A.
Nov. 28 2015 at two in the morning, I experienced the best thing that ever happened to me. The pictures below are the result of my 240Km/hr-car-crash during a street race with my bestfriend. Almost a year later, I decided to share what was an addictive course-changer. I realized that only your closeness to death, can get you to be as alive as I was since then. I became a seeker of that rush, whether through getting near to death in the same way, or through sex. I also became a seeker of simple pleasure. It’s hard to explain, but it’s beautiful. Whether the lively talk about the mundane every-day life blantness of detail with your bestfriend, the potent unexpected sex with a one-night (and potentially every-night) lover, the cup of coffee in your childhood home, or the lines by the eyes of your beautiful mother, you embrace every grain of it.
I end with the quote: “With every pulse you have is a trophy engraved with the words ‘You Are Alive.’, act like it.”
your sexually feminine
your crazy adventurous
your madly rebellious
but elegantly refined
being
dissolves all intent to
distill these words
in an aesthetic formation
for what I see will never
and can never
be portrayed in words
no matter how brilliantly put
Robert Bly’s structuring of poems
must fail to deliver
the beautiful potency
in the structure of your
being.
-Bass M. A.