Through Pages Soaked In Love ~ A Duet

I would like to introduce a piece I’ve written alongside my friend Ax. This is my first duet and he has been a patient guide and a very simpatico wordsmith. It’s an honour and privilege to co-create with someone who’s writing I admire so much. It’s been a true joy to discover the similarities in our approach and style and to share the creative process with a fellow Canadian too!

I hope you’ll all enjoy our piece as much as I enjoyed writing it with him and if you haven’t already, please go visit Ax at Perso~In~Poesia . His words will touch you, I promise. ~ kei


Kei 2

The smell of paper stained with ink
An aphrodisiac, a poet drinks
Through pages soaked in love
Held in hand, bindings spread
Fingers leaf, turning pages read

Walking through an empty park, under misty rain and pearly skies
An open book and ruffled pages, on a park bench did I spy
Through pages soaked in love
Heedless to the weather, I sat down and chanced to read
Words leaping off the pages spoke of nameless love and need

Eyes fall for the curves of her theme
Plot thickens, to sounds of screams in a dream
Through pages soaked in love
Escape the every day and find the way
To a place inside, let those fingers splay

Touched by a Poet who ached for what had been, what was not
Heart ached as I addressed it and pushed it through the slot
Through pages soaked in love
Those words had kissed my eyes, and slipped into my soul
I’d been captured by the thoughts of a man I didn’t know

Absorbing the fluid flow of evocative words
Trapped in lust, sung between dawn and dusk by birds
Through pages soaked in love
Consumed by the author’s tease
To a character most recognizable with ease

From that mailing began a flow of our correspondence
Writer’s nature, letter followed letter and grew in nuance
Through pages soaked in love
Words spilling from heart to fingers, swept us up in a flood
We were bound by indigo chains and in each other’s blood

To fall in love, to wish upon a star
To drown in lines of waves from afar
Through pages soaked in love
To dip into the abyss of a lost world
To find the secrets that lay unfurled

Exploring each other in each turn of the page
Sweet surrender to growing passion, enslaved
Through pages soaked in love
Hands caressing your fantasies and skin soaked in sweat
To read those incendiary words, “I think it’s time we met”

Page after page, without a break
The ups and downs of joy and ache
Through pages soaked in love
The final page held in trembling fear
As the end draws ever near

Desire brings you to my door under midnight skies
All those words, all that’s right, is written in your eyes
Through pages soaked in love
Our words alchemized with a touch from page to skin
Sealed with our kiss, let a new chapter to begin

Ax 2

Words From Under The Hat

Your chocolate eyes are on my mind…

I see your tall frame

Legs outstretched beneath a patio table

Pork pie hat tilted at a rakish angle

And all I want is to touch your face

To listen to the music of your voice

How it makes my heart race

In days of old
When I was bold…

I would reach out with no hesitation

Run my thumb over the perfect plum

Of those lips that beg to be kissed

With each syllable that is echoed

In those deep, dark, chocolate eyes

Desire, mirrored in cocoa

I’m back from the cold
And if truth be told…

You’ve sparked me into a torch

So intensely alive

I could weep with joy

For even the scorch

Of this one evening with you

And nothing more than the sum

Of these words dipped in honey

From your lips of dusky plum

~ kei
25 June 2015

Lips Pinterest

Those Moments…

Just a stranger on the bus but I couldn’t look away
I fumble with my pass and a carryall of dirt and flowers
Determined not to drop them or stumble ignominiously
Eyes ahead targeting a seat with room for rhododendrons
Our eyes meet and lock and I am electrified

It’s him
It’s not him
It’s him oh my god
You’re an idiot
He’s beautiful

My heart has stopped beating for a moment but I have to move
I tear my eyes away and walk past like the queen of the garden… or the route 118
Settling into my seat I realize I look like a tree-hugging urchin
He glances back and I am frozen in his gaze frozen flame that is

It’s him
For fuck’s sake stop
Look at his hair his beard
Shut up
Chocolate eyes…

Easy grace in his posture, a nod of his head
Please don’t notice me I’m straight from the garden
Ringlets, glowing, no sunscreen – damn! Grass stained knees
He’s caught me staring again and smiles, I almost miss my stop

He’s beautiful
You’re a goof
I want to just grab him and kiss him
Walk right up and kiss a stranger?
I have a feeling he won’t mind
You have a snapdragon behind your ear Hot Stuff

I get off at my stop drunk on a little daydream
Drunk on a stranger’s pheromones and a glance
Just a chance backward glance as the bus pulled away
He turned, fingertips to glass, a look that was an orgasm waiting to happen
A summertime, sunshine random beautiful man connection

~ kei
9 June 2015

He On Bus