A Feast of Desire

feast my eyes on her
body, mind… she’s everything I want
all there is to discover

my summer hue
and bright horizon

she makes me desire
so now I must have her

since she turned me into this
Mazarine blue butterfly that needs a red clover

to devour
O, what an animal she makes me!
still, I love her

 

© Heath Muchena


The Trajectory of Victory

to the heavens I give thanks
for every profitable moment
like a Richard Quest announcement

for all the hardwork, bless!
the reward – a mind at peace

no stress
thus minimal need for rest

as for questions and requests
or clarity on sentence… one day it may all make sense
granted I keep good health
and reveal the rest of my creative wealth

and then it may even be up to you
to put me up there with the greats

for now… baby steps
on these grounds, on this earth
let’s sow a seed
so that one day an Eden perhaps

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Penman Blues

Taking action leaves no room for self-doubt, and with that in mind, he agreed to write grandiloquent edicts for the prospective politician in exchange for a generous grant upon assumption of office and the gaining of access to official powers that would make available the resources and security, including clearances to view classified material for the purposes of research, in order to enable successful completion of his manuscript, which would otherwise be practically impossible.

Also, having already spent a significant portion of his advances on a property, at which he had a James Turrell Skyspace installed – the writer’s lair he always dreamed of – he had not much else left. But with a multiple book deal to fulfil, not even his ideal home offered a sanctuary. The deadlines were fast approaching and he needed to produce a groundbreaking work, with even greater appeal than the forty-four columns of text in the Code of Hammurabi, because they expected nothing less.

Still, even with all the pressures, he felt it was manifoldly better than signing on to another nine-to-five, because truthfully – expedient is almost never ethical thus not good for the soul. And there are infinite ways to live, as long as one is wise enough to not waste the gifts of nature’s endowment. So in his case, he simply came to grips with the fact that as long as humans will tolerate tales, it will likely also always be the case that every ruler will need a great speech, and every writer in return – wish to strike it rich, therefore that synergy will continue to conquer, with or without his participation. And seeing that the opportunity signified a good fit, he was resolved to do his bit, and so the keyboard his fingers struck, beat by beat.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Bikini Tan Lines

beautiful, bombshell from Beatitudes Bay
your presence is a blessing but I must confess
the love I feel for you is not just agape
because you electrify my receptors with your sweet caress

so plenty kisses to your chest and waist
bikini tan lines on your body when you undress
and we could care less what they say
for they don’t understand we simply have the best sex

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Peace & A Slice of Paradise

On a beach
Where sand had been ploughed into scenic furrows by the ebbing tide

We watched a glistening fringe of curves
Created by the lapping of waves on the sea-shore

And the sun appeased our appetites
Like an early spring surprise

A balanced form of mood enhancement
Through nature’s nourishment

Something we felt and agreed we both deserved
Peace and a slice of paradise

So we took a lie-down on the Missoni print towel
Mai Tais and conversation flowing… all the incommensurable ideas reconciled

As she reminded me that every origin includes both the creation
And that out of which it is constituted

While I showed her that distance gives perspective
And relaxation is the best aphrodisiac – better than Dr NakaMats’ Love Jet

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


7 Silver Crescent

pleasures remembered give rise to endeavour
as much as pain is the outcome of adventure

so these umpteen pieces
filled with antipathies and affinities

are records of thought which don’t run in a continuous thread
from one period to the next

but instead, intermittently like a sweet embrace
so as faces fade from memory’s gallery

I get lost in meditations over abstruse questions
which often reveal limitations of knowledge and the shallow depths of experience

still, words are always the finishing lines
where avenues of emotion end

as such, letters addressed to my exes
are sent from 7 Silver Crescent

a seemingly staid street
but the setting for scenes of indiscretion and sins of sentience

because although heaven we try to find
we are only human MIND

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Shaded Love’s Omnipresence

I was drawn to her with an immense magnetic attraction
Like a constitutionally weightless heavenly body
That is endowed with weight by the presence of others

But just when I thought everything was copacetic
I discover she only cares for uncouth conversations
Plus she doesn’t accept my calling to cultivate curiosities
It’s unnecessary as far as she’s concerned

But I’ve lived in several lands
Observed and experienced way too much
To keep sealed the seeds for my fertile imagination

And even if they dispute the views or bring me into disrepute
They still can’t completely erase me from the history books
Like the king of three kingdoms, Cnut the Great
So of course her control I just cannot accept

And now another heart I have to break
In a scene so familiar

Theme similar
Only a change of setting

But even if that casts shade over love’s omnipresence
At least I leave this poem as reverence
For my lost lover but also as a show of infinite inspiration

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


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