Author's Notes: These poems were written in one night, one right after the other, and should be read in that manner. Just let them flow and take you wherever they do.

MAXIMIZE YOUR SCREEN: One poem, if looked at like a paper turned sideways (right side made to be the top), will form a picture of cattails at a lake. I would've posted this series of poems a while ago except that it took an unbelievable amount of time playing with the manual HTML coding to get the picture to show up on this site, and it will only make sense if the screen is maximized. This is important because the poem, "Just Umber," is made up of pieces that were shaved off of the picture poem, "Cattails and Umber."

Speaker: The speaker is not me, the writer. He/she/it does change from poem to poem. "Some Sex for Your Tease" (which came before poem of a similar name, :wink:) is specifically from an anonymous male perspective.

And thanks, Mister Rapture, for putting me back into poetry mode.

STALKS OF GLASS
A poetry series
By Randirogue

Tap Dancing

A grin, a sin
Oh look, my evil twin
Some dribble on the pillow
Talking isn't what it used to be

Too into it
To intuit
Two Inuits
Huddled, snuggled
Isn't it invigorating

The cold, the mold
Can't breathe the fire
Can't burn the sun
But feel it rising
Tongue's mingling and fur

A tip, a tap
The sap was sticky and sweet
Contort it
Retort the rhythm
Gather some up

Fun, some spy
Naked ladies straying to dress
And her, the shoes
No legs
But taps on their soles

Here
Come here
Pleasures unfold
Between flesh posed
Left right left right
Flap slap capped
Hear

Missing something
Taste the honey
No, just sipped
But the guise was plenty
It held
It did

Sure, it's true

False hopes, false pleads
False leads, false praise
But adoration abounds
Surely

Bounded other where's
Bounded wears
Bound to sin
To peak in
Bonded in twain

Cling to the sin
As long
The friendly reason exists
To fill the flight
Of flying notes
Dancing on metal braces

My Little Zodiac Zelda

M, curly, stinging with a tale A tail Get some An eye, too equal Equate liberal tenures Not Liberty A she, stabbed through A virgin, untouched, but ready for his reed While lions swore on roaming roads Not turning, but mainstay. Surprised. A plague to swim in her But two... two Eyes for thread A gem for him and I A pair of bull horns Sheepishly I tread I don't eat the fish I like pie Mincing the fantasy from the silt From the salty milk of this earth And half steed Targeting the tale The tail to sting An arrows wing His chest for Zelda to cling to A myth wrapped up in clover

The Spying Glass

Not with brass or with fired glass The probe is part of my words and my glance Which you won't see Won't

A dissection to be sure But only if there were seven Perfection Perfection A microbe in your shadow

I've found a window, you know There's dirt on it, though It's muted and fuzzy and something grows there A splinter pierced me On the sill Was it a warning

A friend told me my horoscope An affair will be had this year Blank eyes, she gave me Accusing planes of a newfound spying glass Only in my head, I told her I could read the names flicking in reflection Her panes in sorrow for my husband

Something undone Not done Nobody would I am too perceived Sweet and innocent A treat to melt with their suckling Not me

A wink on the edge of my step A blush underfoot And to squeeze Brass buckles If you please I will let you I will let you

But I'm married So So much for the lesbianism Guess it's to be a man, then The friend, she thinks she knows Who

But I watch I watch the clasp slip out I watch the slip grip tight Removed Too soon You aren't ready I'm too married I love him, too, you know

But still I peak I peek, a haze of hair and lace A grim surface Underneath, to clean what's bared Daring me to wipe To rival, to corrupt I like spying with my glass I like scraping with my questions My comments, avoiding a gloat And there you remain Outside my taste Outside my touch Outside my smell Outside my sight, though I see some of you Just not your flesh But I'm still working on that

Just words, words, words My taboo in motion My taboo in open But remember this, I will let you I will let you

So, if there were seven, there'd be a dissection Di-, duo, and the tangible five would make a perfection A seven So many sensations From so many places So many faces A climax, more, more Deduction, an mind's influx Imaginings, a mind's offspring Don't worry though, I'm careful I'll only been impregnated with want for more And I would gladly let you I will let you do the same

Please Please satiate me I desire so much A touch, a fragrance, a taste, a song, a peek A peak A pique Fulfill me Explore me Don't ignore me I am addicted to you

A story And other things Give me, you, him, her, it, they, we An orgy of all In and out in and out and in In the beginning...

Shiver Give it to me I know you can I feel you crawling So take me Fake me Trick me Explode me I am your willing whore I will let you I will let you

Just write me A story To set my spy glass upon

Whore

If a whore is a girl who likes sex Then I'm proud to call myself such And would not screw you For calling me one

Some Sex for Your Tease

Are you running from me
You give me a tilt of your head
You give me your shy smile
You give me an arched back
Press your hands to your back, at the small
And a turn of your hips
A pouting of lips
Let slip a graceful angle of limbs
And then you back away

You back away
When I make hint of taking
Well, so it wasn't a hint
It was brash. It was crude
Though, not meant to be rude
It was the thrust of my arousal
You toy with
With your coy

You know what you're doing
And you seem to enjoy it
But when I reach for you
When I take advantage of a hug
You back away, a shy smile still there

I could tell time by your figure
From what I'd like
An hour on your breasts
Fifteen minutes on the small
An hour more for your entire full back
Thirty minutes each arm
Three times more for each leg
Together, that is
Oh, two more hours alone for you neck,
Your lobes, your lids and your nose
Your lips I'd have to convince myself to exit
So I could spend some time on your waist
Those curves are dangerous
To touch them will draw me all the way in
And there I could nibble for an entire day
Well
At least until you were ready
To fit me in

But no
Oh no
You back away
And smile all the same

You're daring, I'll say
You urge me to try
And enjoy every moment
It's evident in your sigh
And there's only one reason you only give me the sigh
And it's so small, but you'll stay bound
Around and around, spinning me outside your ring
You're strong in that the thought remains so
A thought, nothing more
And you leave me here, hard, skimming for something
Anything
Even that smile and that sigh
That sigh

All the while
You insist
It's friendly banter
It's complimentary bliss
There's no intent beyond that
There's no seducing, just flirt
So you say. So you say.
So you say with a smile and a sigh

And you dangle me there
Hoping for more despite what you swear
That at just the right time, and with the right pleas
I'll get some sex for your tease.

Cattails and Umber

Lookee
Here, a culdesac,
a snack,A nap, a trap.
It's Spring. I'm leaving a trail.
I'm guiding you there. My prose is a trick. There's a poetry glare. The trend is evident. Do you see it Lying there?
I've practically kissed your thighs.
Get it yet?
Look at it sideways and try it again. Here's one for you.
See, I'm saying it straight out. Well, maybe not that straight. What's the fun in that? Seriously though,
I want you to know what you are worth to me. I find it's more than
You think, and not quite
What you fear.
Or what I believe you fear. From me to you,
I assume, yes assume, I'm less than I hope, and less than you boast.
And more than you'll let me be,
Because... of certain things.
So we talk, like we've done forever now.
We chew the news.
Gnaw the habit of being in new droves.
But, we're being safe. We're stumbling through the marsh.
Swatting at lies, or gnats, with
Selective gestures that mean more and can be denied for less
As we round this lake that could drown as easily
As it soaks our jeans at the edges.
Here, we wade. We're careful not to make waves, nor to rustle the blades of tall grass.
We inhale the musk of the dredge.
We each flitter our fingers away from each other's.
It detracts from accidents. And yet, adds to the temptation,
Fresh as the pollen the bees buzz around us. I don't mind being
Eaten by the mosquitoes so long as the fireflies keep us candle-lit companions. And it would be nice
To have some sugar cane to suck on, though I doubt you'd supply such A nightly addiction.
Are you really here to find my kitty?
She's not allowed out, though something in her
Desires for freedom to roam
The wild that tempers and flares her wiles, her nature.
Like me. Like me? Which is worse? The swish of her tail
As she stalks that hibernating squirrel,
Well, prepping to be at the least?
Or perhaps, the rusty mud caking our shoes?
Or the measured six
Feet of earth
That will top us? Or the stones with words and girth to define us?
You do not have to answer. It may ruin our fun. It may set our sun. It may
Liken too closely
The end of our run. Just keep looking
For the kitty. I do not think
We will find her. She will come when she's ready, when she wants to.
And after, your guilt will win out. You will do so
Much to raise my spirits. You will
Confine my kitty inside of my house. In this life,
She is doomed to keep trying to sneak out. Yet, tame as she is, she wants more. Like
Me, she will seek out her freedom, but for much,
For us in our homes, she'll reign herself back.
And in these outings, look not so
Much straight on. I will not
Tell you such things in that form.
But if you can, like kitty, reign in the fear that you will
Know when we talk and we wander the stalks and the stocks. The bordering heights between the lake
And the land is stumbling ground. Look at it sideways. It may End what we are.
But you can't wade through the cattails
Without being painted by its umber.
But, then, you're clever, aren't you?
You've
Evaded
Me
At every
Turn

Just Umber

I'm leaving a trail
Kissed your thighs
Here's one for you
I find it's more than
From me to you
You'll let me be
At the edges
Of the dredge
I don't mind being
A nightly addiction
Define us
Too closely
I do not think
You will do so
In this life
For much
Fear that you will
End what we are

Thank you for indulging.