I don't consider myself a poet....
However, here are a few things I've written in the past couple of years, there is also a work by someone that I consider to be a special person in my life.
If you have any comments or suggestions, email me. deevaa@deevaa.com
Allure
16" x 16" gold leaf and acrylic on box framed canvas
(Sold)
Allure
(LoveBlender frontpage pick, October 2002)
I want to buy gold leaf
and get messy with paint.
I want to go out to dinner,
and be spoilt.
I want a fairy that does the dishes and cleans up after me when I cook
and who makes the house tidy when we get home from work.
I want a pedicure,
and a massage
and a leg wax (without the pain).
I want not to be too tired for sex
and fresh breath.
I want to sell a painting, and buy a house.
I want fame and fortune,
without the fame.
But I can live without all of that, because I know he loves me, for me.
Even when I'm too tired for sex,
and the kitchen is piled with dishes.
When my legs are hairy,
my feet are rough and my breath isn't fresh.
When I'm tired (and grumpy) from painting
(and there is goldleaf all over the floor).
He loves me without the fame and fortune,
and even though I (used to) throw out my payslips
(and credit card statements)
(and letters from the IRD)
He loves me for my artistic temperament
(and despite of it).
I have everything I need.
I guess I just have allure.
(cough)
So intense
(LoveBlender frontpage pick, Febuary 2002)
During the day the blue skies overwhelm me, a blue so clear. So very vivid, but with the night the rain comes. Solid pounding rain, backed by thunder.
Thunder so angry that you feel the in your belly.
The lightening flashes across the sky and turns the black into orange and midnight blue. and we lay on the bed covers. Naked, side by side.
Silent except for the rain and the squeak of the fan as it pushes cool air toward us.
after breakfast they slipped back into each others arms, and slept
(LoveBlender frontpage pick, November 2001)
He woke her by slowly sliding her tiny pale fingers into his mouth. One by one. Wrapping them with a swirl of his tongue, before topping the soft pad at each tip with gentle, playful bite.
She languished in the moment and murmured sleepily "oh, that's nice", it was a perfect moment, in an imperfect day.
Directions
(a short story from my Journal - (LoveBlender frontpage pick, September 2001)
The wrong way home
(a short entry from the Journal of someone special - (LoveBlender frontpage pick, March 2001)
Email Argyle: argylepouts@deevaa.com
I want him to come in the summer time
January, 2001.
I do most of my thinking as I drive into work each morning. Sometimes I even do it out loud. I come down Ngarunga gorge and there is a sweeping corner with a tiny sign that proclaims proudly 'Wellington'. In one breathtaking scene, the city is laid out before me, motorway snugly curving next to the sparkling harbour.
It is just beautiful here, the sky is clear blue, even in the city, where tiny wooden cottages wrestle for space with huge structures made of concrete and chrome, even in the city where pohutukawa trees scream scarlet as they burst into bloom, and I think to myself "I want him to come in the summer time"
Smooth
(LoveBlender frontpage pick, February 2001)
Smooth.
I'll give you that.
Its as if you'd put
Barry White
into a blender,
sprinkled in
Sade Adu
and poured the mix
into tall glasses
and served it to me
for breakfast.
Naked.
(Written: 17 January 2000)
She says it all with her eyes
(LoveBlender frontpage pick, December 2000)
"Shall we dance? sway your hips -- move with me."
You read it as a dare, gray eyes, flashing greener now.
Throwing down a challenge,
she looks down, lids bury treasure below,
then slowly, her gaze locks yours.
The challenge issued her face relaxes to a slight smile.
What can you do? go dance with the girl.
my toes
September, 2000
When we where together last, you peeped at my toes and laughed at the pink polish you found there.
"I thought you didn't 'do' pink?"
"I don't. Pink is for girls -- but I thought you liked it when I painted my toenails."
"looks like primer paint" you smiled
and even though Cindy Crawford had convinced me that it was the latest fashion shade -- you where right.
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