Out of Chaos: erotic and love poetry

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    Hydra Coil
    (for Obsidian)
    c. by rue jacobs 7/19/06


    Ophion danced upon the waters
    and curled about the Goddess' waist
    it was in this way Sensuality was born
    no mortal tongue can describe her heart
    -the Pythoness in the cave comes close
    she's no more than the cobra in the basket
    the flaming sword of Paradise
    (where the soul of man is generated
    where we are brought in death)

    you follow that silver arc
    of a meteor in the sky
    you talk of calamity
    Atropos severs those strings and
    you hang for a moment in thin air
    now faster than the speed of light you fall
    leave Einstein's twin behind to age

    that silver strand is not for you
    you could not comprehend
    what morse of touch lies in each second
    it's the history of time itself
    leave it just leave it just leave it alone
    such stars bring ruin in their wake
    some wishes are best kept to oneself

    i am tracking a galaxy in your veins
    i'm tracing that serpent in this garden
    i am passing through the first world
    i am following the Road of Souls

    no one can fault a star, my Dear
    you've called me down like a lightening rod
    and shedding planets like a reptile skin
    i've fallen
    hurled like a spear into your waters
    i leave an absinthe trail in my wake​
     
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    Aaron's Rod: Hematoma
    (for Obsidian)
    c. by rue jacobs 9/7/06

    inside the ribcage
    unfurling like the wings of a dragon
    the ribbon of malice and lust
    coiled around my heart gives way
    and faster than the speed of thought
    the needle fangs pierce ventrical and artery
    once love is sated
    a darker force is fed


    i knew not the cruelty of desire
    until i knew you
    i lay in the grip of the gods
    curled in upon myself like cleopatra's serpent
    tracing the veins in my lover's throat
    blue roads of desire
    an infinate path

    no dragon's dungeon could compare
    to the prison cell of my own heart
    i devour myself like that viper
    what slept inside the plaited sedge
    is pouring like sand through a net
    cobra quick it strikes
    it washes over me like the Nile
    it chokes the delta with debris

    like a djin it rises and vanishes
    you cannot discern it
    indistinguishable from the ether as it is
    you can only observe the edges
    rippling like a ghost
    on the periphery
    a long cord of muscle and sinew
    a row of bone flexible as steel wire

    hunger is it's engine
    no matter what its meat,
    it is never gratified
    a burst like ripe cherries inside my mouth
    and blooms of blood
    fill the void beneath my flesh
    subdermal tunnels
    and subterreinian springs
    a river is pulled forth from your divining rod
    and gushing like a flood
    red as death
    red as lust...​
     
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    Sex Kitten (for Obsidian)
    c. by ruejacobs 9/9/06


    she's rocked to sleep with cordite lullabyes
    she's purring in your lap
    milk-fed and selfish as any cat
    it's your kindness that does her in
    she's forgetting the use of her claws


    whatever else she offers now
    you'll turn away
    she knows this tired cliche' by now
    the harbinger, the torque
    your foot on the accelerator


    she knows enough to begin the count
    what has stayed behind,
    what is left for her
    she knows the baying of your hounds
    and how the kitchen light is left burning


    she's been marking out
    the territory of your heart
    and brandishing your scent like a torch
    against the darkness
    she knows it's a foregone conclusion
    this is a battle she cannot hope to win


    this is what she expected all along
    she is one more stray in the hall
    rubbing up against your leg
    and as transient as hope

    one more night passes
    and she's already moving
    down the alleys of her mind
    that internal map survived
    no thanks to your compassion​
     
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    Veil (for Obsidian)
    c. by rue jacobs 10/21/06


    self immolation has its rewards
    still i make a poor suttee
    i will not hold my tongue, i tell you
    no man could imagine
    what its like inside my soul
    do not speak for me
    just because i stay silent
    i have suffered the voice of man
    from the day i was conceived
    and no man knows my heart
    a harlot's heart is what i have
    and the treacherous blood
    of a half-caste hun
    i have lived at the edge of the steppes
    traced that blood to the altar
    and i know my fate
    any woman could tell you
    a man's words are his fists
    any woman can plunge that
    dagger into her thigh
    and rein in the banshee scream
    smile serenely and ask her man
    would he like this veil better
    in violet or gold
    as the blade stains her hands
    with her blood
    that smile is her only defense
    a woman strikes inward
    in word and in deed
    too many sacrifices
    and she's under the ground
    ask her, then, or ask me
    how many times her own voice was silenced behind that veil
    ask her what she whispered
    under her breath
    what mantra kept turning like a prayer wheel in her head
    it's the echo of her heart
    a metronomic machinized drone
    to live another day through
    in this world of goliaths
    to fill her stomach and to breathe
    to dodge the fist
    and to endure
    all else is luxury
    her voice, her reason,
    her hope and her faith
    these are things that fall softly away
    like silk veils shed from her body
    when she dances for you​
     
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    Temple Whore
    c. by rue jacobs 10/26/06


    i am no reflection in this store front window
    this glass, molton now,
    creeps like moss upon my skin
    i am preserved like an insect in amber
    enamelled like a dime-store doll
    and twice as cheap

    i have stood at the crossroads
    in earlier lives
    the harlot stamp on the sole of my sandal
    in the dust, a come-on,
    a languid consumer-friendly nod,
    "Follow Me"

    what followed me was Death
    a glowing crystal prison
    a phantasm, a shroud
    i am Commerce Incarnate
    and twice as cold
    that is why the broken glass.

    be careful where you step
    i only tell you this because i worry
    i want your flesh unbroken, love
    there must be no blemish on your skin
    yes, where i tread
    i am unaffected because of the
    callouses i have developed
    i am hard as any idol
    and twice as smooth

    i used to bleed as any woman does
    as the vestal betrayed has bled
    in the village behind us
    there is a well
    filled with the blood of such women
    there's no shortage of sacrificial victims here
    the gods are no respecters of gender

    come now, did you not think
    that every woman has her price
    oh, yes, even your own wife
    but don't be afraid of the cries in the distance
    from here they could be ecstasy
    all along men have followed
    these swaying hips
    oblivious to thier fate
    why should you be any different?
    i'm as unlucky as judas
    and half as sincere ​
     
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    Jeeez. Thank you for sharing these.
    I didn't time it, but I'd guess I spent at least two hours reading your poetry.
    I found myself continually spinning off into the scenes and events that must have been the fount of your imagery, that is, at least in my mind.

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    Water Spider (for Obsidian)
    c.by Rue Jacobs 1/23/07


    where i percieve webs
    you see rows stacked like dominoes
    i have felt your pure breath
    scatter on my surface
    transitory and brief
    linear and cool as surgical steel
    and pointed as a weapon
    it clung to me and hovered:
    the sword of damocles

    filtered through this morse of touch
    i know nothing beyond that sensation
    i have been isolated as a virus
    and kept in a cocoon

    you are counting the rings in the water
    treading the aquatic labyrinth
    the only monster at the center is me
    you say, "home, love, mother, hearth."
    i say, "dread, lonliness, cruelty, want"
    and that is why we cannot communicate
    my alphabet is some exotic code
    you cannot break
    my words mean nothing to you

    i have shed my life like an exoskeleton
    in pieces in scales
    in the debris at the bottom of the lake
    everything i once valued has fallen from me
    and turns in lazy spirals out of reach
    everything i valued has decayed
    everything but one
    i cling to it, spin it, wrap it in my web
    the waves will take it
    it's only a matter of time.​
     
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    Domesticated (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 1/31/07


    i want that kind of love
    that hinge scraping
    metal on metal
    like a knife fight
    cruel and viscious
    barbaric and consuming love

    the one we used to play at
    like sword play
    nothing civil, nothing sweet

    i want to rake my nails across your skin
    leave my mark
    like grafitti scratched into your hide
    i was here, i was here

    'my dear' you say and pour me tea
    you balance lemon wedges
    on the plate
    and i feel like a cat in the sun

    i clean my claws
    lick the blood from my hands
    shake my head hear the bells
    on the collar around my throat

    clavicle, scapula, vertebrae, hyloid
    such is the language of love

    i want the sweat
    and the violence of love
    i want to be conquered
    and to conquer you

    i want battle scars
    and bullets and burns
    to curse like a b-rated movie gangster
    and struggle
    i want a challenge

    'my girl' you say and kiss my thigh
    you look like an angel when you sleep


    tendon, vein, muscle and bone
    such is language of love​
     
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    Serious Juju (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 2/27/07


    caught in the flesh
    your chosen network
    a billion neurons racing down
    the tunnels of my brain
    if i could trap just one
    halt the cascade
    the domino fall of desire
    empty the hallways of my heart
    clear away the excess emotion
    and enjoy this ride, enjoy this ride...

    instead i concentrate upon your lips
    warm as berries in the sun
    long to lick them chew them suck them
    pull you into my mouth into me
    where you belong
    driving your point root-deep
    digging into me like a stake
    i am turning on that point
    like a jewelery box dancer to tin music

    i am clockwork in your arms
    let me always be your doll
    lying snug amoung the sheets
    tangled up inside your bed in your head
    and i said let me never be free again
    let me become yours and yours alone
    maybe then i could relax

    because my heart is racing
    at the speed of thought
    outdistancing the sunlight
    my love is at the edge of eternity
    poised on the brink of oblivion
    your are my infinate space
    you are my black hole
    you engulf me, you surround me
    you swallow me alive​
     
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    Cobra's Kiss (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 3/9/07


    a hypodermic fang
    that drips venom
    piercing ventricle and artery
    floating like a pocket of air in my veins
    straight through the scars
    into my heart


    a viper syringe
    delivering a steady narcotic pulse
    and an hypnotic necrosis
    creeping outward
    like a mushroom cloud swallowed


    a word from your lips
    a hollowed out cyanide tooth
    that summons the void
    pins and needles, needles and pins
    spreading across my flesh


    and the terrible rush of mortality
    metallic taste like an opiate
    filling my mouth
    and choking me like molton gold
    poured down my throat


    diminishing sight
    one fell circle
    closing like a door
    steam hiss of nirvana
    then the roar of silence
    tide-loud at my temples
    pendulum slowing
    like a broken clockwork spring


    i could go out altogether like
    a birthday cake candle
    make your wish on me, Beloved
    tell no one​
     
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    Resort and Spa (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 9/7/07


    will there be an ocean
    i think that was my first question
    i thought about the possibility of floating out to sea
    a fitting poetic lurch amung the waves
    before sliding soundlessly under your raft

    what would you think of that?

    so then no water except a clear blue pool
    takes the sport out of it, i have to say

    and the rollercoasters too...
    how you held my hand on the drop down
    and as the ride malfunctioned
    you turned to me with such cheer to say
    'this must be the terror part'
    and how we laughed into Death's grin

    i could think of less pleasant ways to die, my love,
    than with your hand in mine

    one hasn't lived until they felt
    the cool steel muzzle at the base of thier skull
    there, my love, there,
    in that hollow just above the spine
    caress me there with your palm
    the bullets never were found
    there were five of them

    and my mother liked him very much

    i did not know serenity before i knew you
    you think i need to get away to find it?
    i tell you, dear, i am relaxed as a cat on the windowsill in the sun

    wherever you are, there is my vacation.​
     
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    Slow Burn (For Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 12/1/07


    He's forgotten to bank the fire again
    Any wind could carry it away
    As functional to him
    As any other tool in his arsenal
    And untended it could prove disastrous
    This ember might seem to be cold ash
    Inside that pod, a seed of flame
    It waits in its cocoon
    For him to remember its use
    Not sleeping, but dreaming just the same
    Slow burn like the glow at the end of a cigarette
    Surprising in its intensity
    And heedless of its purpose
    That fuse, which moves plodding to its goal
    A match-point at which holocaust is birthed
    Discarded in the hands of fate
    And in slow burn
     
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    Sphinx, Remote Control (For Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 12/3/07


    A cat may look at a king
    Does this disturb you?
    Your face is an unreadable scrawl to me
    There's no rosetta stone at hand
    To decipher the glyphs of your intent


    Hey, I've heard tale of your attic
    From those more familiar than i
    It's said
    there's a storehouse of artifacts there
    That you have lost track of your dolls
    How once you own a thing
    You will keep it inside its box
    And never let it out


    Well, my original packaging
    peeled away long ago
    And I'm no collector's edition
    You can stuff and mount me all you like
    And I will still re-form


    Baby, I'm an old hand at this sort of game
    The shelf has long been my home
    I know my place, do you know yours?
    Keep pushing those buttons, then
    And see where it gets you


    What labels you offer are meaningless
    You speak of hollowness like
    It's something to be feared
    I've forever been a ka statue
    I do not function without being filled
    And I contain your energy now


    Go on, entomb yourself, Tut
    No matter how high you stack that pyramid
    You cannot travel without your ka
    Tell me, who is collected now:
    The pharaoh, or the cat?​
     
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    Hermit Crab (For Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 2/15/08


    a great orgasmic sneeze
    and how this bed rocks like a ship
    i heard the phone ringing as
    pounding waves
    i never answered it
    left the shells to disintigrate in the sun

    we curl stomach to stomach on our sides
    like larval things
    in impure sickbed shrouds
    a lysolled cloud spinning through the filter
    of the air conditioner

    the television requires too much thought
    and
    i haven't the patience for conversation anymore


    he finally settles on disaster
    i would prefer anything but
    how guilt floats like motes of dust
    it is snowing in this room

    no wonder i have chills​
     
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    Helix (For Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 4/13/08


    No spell can take my soul
    There's a price, there's always that

    I've got penance to spare
    But so have you.
    You might say the market is saturated in it these days.
    You might fly at me

    I've known that demon inside you all these years
    Haven't I tended his wounds
    Haven't I nurtured and fed him all along

    A serpent can't help being a serpent

    We are all born to strike
    In one way or another

    You held my hand in your palm
    I traced the veins that coiled to your heart
    You have been my labyrinth

    It is, beloved, only flesh and bone
    I care nothing for it now

    I want the monster beneath
    As much as the seraph
    Those wounds I healed were mine as well

    Beneath the flesh my wings unfurl
    Against skin stretched taut
    You could make it out

    But only with a dagger​
     
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    Communion (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 4/13/08


    It’s hard to tell the parasite from the host
    Some days, depending on the view
    I bite my tongue, I tell you
    And you keep still
    Symbiosis makes dancers of us both
    In church, three years old, I bit down on the wafer
    Just two streets down from you
    Rice paper and cyanide:
    That’s what the flesh of gods is like
    I have tasted yours as well
    I felt its film against my teeth
    And pressed my fingers there, amazed
    It’s hard to tell the gods from the demons
    Some days depending on the view
    You bite your tongue, you tell me
    And I keep still
    Synthesis makes gymnasts of us both
    Bite down.
    Bite down.
    Bite down.​
     
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    Upside Down (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 9/4/08


    Dangling from my vocal cords
    Suspended like a cat
    Nape of neck
    Shivering pearl
    I clamp down
    Clamshell tight
    I could batter myself blue
    As a subdermal bruise
    And still you want to be a puppeteer
    Listen
    I am not your doll
    You might dethrone the deity, but
    It’s a three day deal
    I’ll be back, I’ll be back
    Let there be no other gods before me
    I had tea with Persephone
    And Ereshkegal is my other name
    Do not think to use your hounds
    You know what comes of that
    I am not the queen of heaven or hearth
    Lichen white as my flesh is
    The flaking mold that you
    brushed from tomb stone
    Is vapor now
    I am smoke and mirrors
    Your hands will close on thin air
    I need no worshipper to prove my divinity
    Some ambition you had, then, Love
    You cannot possess ash​
     
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    Sky-eater Conjunct (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 10/13/08


    So came the Father
    In the year of the Father
    Sacred, yes, but veiled in Shadow
    As dark and as stern as Saturn

    I have known the Self-Proud Zeus
    And the substitute Tanist King
    I have lain in Bacchic forests
    Well-f**ked and drunk with desire
    My flesh has been conquered

    Indelible marks stain my surface
    A lash for every word I spoke
    Well, didn’t I give as good as I got?
    I have spoken the tongue of the Seraphim
    And still not one could claim my soul

    So came the Father
    In the year of the Father
    And when that year had passed away
    Saturn yet remained
    Did I not truthfully say
    That the Archer’s bow
    Would dethrone them all?

    I have had many consorts
    Yet I have but one Master
    As Oedipus limped surely to his grave
    So, too, did I swallow the Cronos’ Stone
    And Gods digest within me now
    How they writhe beneath my skin
    I could only ever hear his voice
    As constant as the planetary pull

    My magnetic opposite
    My one true north
    As distant, as cold as that star
    Veiled with iron and bitter in my mouth

    I am in his orbit even now
    Balanced in this celestial dance
    My Ophion, my Dragon Prince
    The push and the pull
    Of a steller and digital dome​
     
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    Catalyst (for Obsidian)
    c. by Rue Jacobs 10/17/08


    it's an aeriel manuver
    this balancing act on thin air
    and i've been doing it for years

    what other craft
    could sustain life for so long
    in this atmosphere?
    orchid-like, i sink my roots down deep
    i balance on that air, then.

    and seen from below
    one might call it grace

    the ember whose flame
    lays buried beneath white coal
    you'd be a fool
    to blow away its shell of ash, Love

    let it lie, let it alone

    i have always been a bonfire
    don't question a parasite
    just dig it from your flesh
    thorns and all
    and cast it away
    before it consumes us both

    one word from you will grant it fuel
    entire worlds will burn to cinders
    i have awakened more fires in my day
    than i care to count

    i have burned like a witch in Salem
    i have burned like a martyr in Rome

    i might grow weary
    of clinging to your surface
    like an exotic moss
    of surviving on nothing but air

    i know but little else

    i have prayed to every deity i know
    to avert this conflageration
    those gods lie silent as the dirt
    impotant and sterile as sand

    now there is only you

    how shall i nurture
    when i know only want?

    even now, those leaves smoulder and curl
    your strength falls from you like the snow
    it piles in drifts at your feet

    leeching your will, i do not relent
    i wrap those vines around you
    and those vines are the vines that choke

    i am the daughter of the Underworld
    i am the child of Hel

    brimstone has nothing on me

    from the ground far below
    the canopy may look majestic

    no one could imagine what goes on up here.​
     
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    so nice hun, pls keep writing.
     
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