Pool Party

pool-party-2

at the hot pools

intimate liquids of passion

overflow reality

and ten beings

of indeterminate gender

race or species

gather together this night

to celebrate

an anniversary of light

a forgetting of time.

 

in slippery skins

strawberry champagne

laughter and flowers

they lantern the dark

with blushing desires

and cascading hearts

dance the wet dance

under summer stars

serenading the lovers

and the naked moon.

 

painting and poem by clinock.

 Pool Party: acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 30″ x 20″ (76.2 cm x 50.8 cm).

Redux, 2013.

SPEN mited

not you, again

not you again

moving too close

performing the old sashay

against my thighs?

 

tut tut my dear,

the king is getting

what he always wanted

and will sleep soon

 

inevitable and always

I’m compared

to his lovers:

“which one is she?”

 

will you never understand?

you are of my world,

Priestess of my people

and my sanctuary

 

SPEN mited. 16 x 12″. Acrylic and mixed media on panel.

painting and poem by clinock.

Ghosts – the flayed

FlayedAching to be clothed

in warm flesh again,

feeling it tight and smooth

against muscle and bone.

Hating this cold nakedness,

exposed to the core.

Waiting beyond time

for another skin to slide across

this osseous frame,

liquid, soft and trembling,

smelling of sun,

a fitting sensuality

once so tenderly touched

by a lover’s hands.

 

It is desires such as these

that binds a spirit

to this physical plane

of sweat and body,

this glistening intimacy.

 

Under the chill September sun

I deadhead the hydrangeas

and geraniums with shining

secateurs.

The withered blossoms fall

into my hand

and soon enough the foliage

will follow, dropping,

brown and wrinkled

onto the palm of earth,

and the garden will become

a murmuration of skeletons

waiting for new growth

to golden on their surfaces.

 

It is not so easy to face

this bone racked spirit in my night.

Its rattling visage is not pretty

and its pleading cries

come howling through my dreams.

 

I peer beneath desires

it breathes,

beneath its mask of dying,

into an endless nightmare

of longing,

reaching to be whole again,

refusing to accept

the flaying of time,

the peeling away

of the surfaces of care,

layer by layer

until there is nowhere else to go

except the beauty of the armature

flying free, released.

 

And you, my haunting,

whipping my heart

with cold filaments of silence.

It hurts, but you are freed now

and covered

by the bleeding veils of love.

 

mixed media painting and poem by clinock

Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

window interlude – Peggy’s Bird

Bird in Space

aperitivo

a canal floods in Venice

Peggy is satisfied

Bird in Space grounded

ghost of Brancusi leaving

for smoke and grappa

photo and haiku by clinock.

Bird in Space by Constantine Brancusi. Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice.

Pool Party

Pool Party 2

at the blue pools,

in intimate liquids

of passion,

ten beings,

of indeterminate gender,

race or species,

gather together

to celebrate

an anniversary of light,

a forgetting of time.

 

in slippery skin,

strawberry champagne,

laughter and flowers,

they lantern the night

with blushing desires,

and with heartbeats

cascading

in the dancing dawn

they serenade the lovers

and the naked moon.

 

painting and poem by clinock.

painting: acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 30″ x 20″ (76.2 cm x 50.8 cm).

A Case of You (2)

The Lovers. 18" x 24". charcoal and pastel on paper. (Drwg # 15).

Full moon in May.

Sensuality blossoms

on your skin

as it

rises to meet me.

I am alert

and vigilant as

oceans swell and burst,

as moonlight binds the limbs

to the night bird and the rain

and darkness trembles

around us.

 

Within my careful watch

I sleep and dream

of sandwiched sweat

between hot flesh,

of ragged animals walking streets

like fingernails on thighs

and lunar tongues

licking our bodies

together.

 

This is the peaceful part

of this wave

of oceanic enchantment.

The ivory goddess

has only just begun

her smoky promises.

Breath is held,

and waits…

 

/ art and poem by clinock /