birthmark. pffft you say the most silly things.

this reminds me of the stretch near wildes gaol. Your not a berk are you

I find cupped quite sexy enough. Woof.

ok.

Christof, once again you read me like a braille book. The first time I was able put together the image of that sad young man on the cross and the myth of his life, I fell in love with him. Un selfish love is an act of salvation.

As for the 'mutes' - you could have an adjective at the end of line 1 rather than a plural noun, especially as you go on to use an adjective with the lover's hands. For some reason calling the hands 'mutes' is slightly comic, whereas with the adjective you get a nice 'mute swans'etc sort of allusion. Interesting that the 1000 languages are in prose but there's a sonnet in his hand - but that's just me being pedantic.

Its not my tirade at all dear, you miss. It shows no craft i'll grant, but then...

These are funny and I like the way you've forced the rhymes to comic effect, but none of these buggers scans properly.

Hey nentwined, I know you run this site and all but i just clicked on random five times and evry poem that came up was one of yours! Nevertheless, I like this, even that strange parenthetical section.

And this, handshandy, is a continuation.

I hate those gravel-throated bastards.

Of what?

Of Our lord and saviour, the land of 60 million micks, as wonderful and noble as the pink empire, an limerick. And of the fact that my willy is bigger than yours

damn i'm good...and why does this sound like a Andrew WK song...you know, a piece of stupid repetitive shit?...oh well, we'll just have to trust ya now, huh?

Yes my darling Crhistof, but the poems actually about people, you and I and all the rest. If only everyone would do things my way, that sort of thing. p.s. Tried e-mailing you but the message got kicked back.

Mrs G, most kind - my email does sometimes do funny things, just try emailing again. It's a bit temperamental I'm afraid.

But don't get me wrong - I think this is very sexy.

'Bodice of sleek' makes me happy. And dustman, is puts the charm into garbage collecting. I'm assuming in the last 2 lines the narrarator(sp?)is talking about himself, but I'm not sure what it is he's discovered.

Look again i'm sorry, yes its your site, but for gabbin out slightly more forcfully than might otherwise be expected in this situation, thats the 3rd poem of yours in a row in the random list. I know you've written a lot but give the other kiddies a chance would ya.

Interesting...in the last 2 lines I'm referring to the swan who is put out because of the people's neutral fascinating with rubbish and heat rather than with the bird's own pristine beauty. It's so illuminating to see how other people rea thing sthough, and there's no reason at all why this shouldn't reflect back on the narrator.