Sonnet - Floating

Adrift upon the scent of thy perfume,

Made weightless on thy voice's subtle lilt,

Thy beauty, mine eyes greedily consume --  

Pull me down to meet thee, if thou wilt.

Bring me close, pull of my kite string, 

Make of me thy wind-dancing balloon,

Thy joylful laugh -- a light, melodic thing, 

My hands and lips, longing for thee, soon.

Thy presence makes of me a fool, to wit,

A dreamer, in the clouds my head e'er dwells,

I fly as eagle, as hummingbird I flit,

Lifted by thine most euphoric spells. 

On second thought, love, join me in my glee, 

Take my hand -- I'll pull thee up to me.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

The Shed (Outside)

There's a red-haired girl locked in my shed, 
If I let her out, I'm probably dead,
I keep her there chained to the wall;
She barely makes much noise at all.

I found her naked on the road,
Confused and hungry, walking slowed,
Brought her back home, here with me, 
And when alert, she begged loudly:

"Lock me somewhere safe and dark
No matter if I growl and bark;
A monster lives inside of me,
Ever clawing itself free; 

Lusting blood and human meat,
Please, I beg - help me retreat!
If there's a full moon at night,
I'll become an awful fright!"

So, the shed's where she's been put, 
Where nothing but me e'er sets foot,
The heavy chains will be her boon,
Keep her safe through next full moon.

I must admit, I find it hard
To have her out there in the yard,
You don't know what I go through
Avoiding what I long to do. 

She's beautiful - a ginger queen,
Greenest eyes I've ever seen,
A mouth so lovely smooth, as silk,
And skin as soft and pure as milk.
 
I want her almost all the time, 
Such savage lusts -- they feel sublime,
Until the moon is full, you see,
And then I'll set her spirit free. 


I suppose I could run away
Rather than risk being prey,
But I've got to see this through, 
It's what I'm put here to do. 


Would that I could win her heart,
Without her tearing me apart,
But if things go as I intend,
There's a chance my work will end.

Moon's almost here, I've got my chair, 
Right in front of shed door, there...
Let the moon perform its work, 
And wait for her to go berzerk.
 
Stupid? Yes. But, all things told,
I can’t sit here getting old,
So instead, with gun I'll sit;
Either she gets dead, or I get bit.

----

© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.                       

Seized

O, my lovely little kitten - how thy beauty has me smitten,

By my lust I'm gladly bitten - my composure thus undone--

Thou was made for my claiming, thus my heart and sights be aiming,

Deepest passions come, exclaiming, at such speed as ne'er outrun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one. 

Of perfect curves exotic, thy every move hypnotic,

Thy voice a sound erotic, eyes that outshine brightest sun--

My fixation's my confession: thine endowments my obsession,

Such temptation, such transgression; self-control reduced to none--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

While thy beauty I'm adoring (at thy kiss, my need is soaring),

Softest places for exploring, if thy pleasure I have won--

Round thy wrists the scarves are winding, though thou struggle 'gainst the binding,

While thy pleasure my hand's finding, as our evening's just begun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

To thy knees I lower slowly, so to please me fully, wholly,

Though not to treat you lowly, lest my passion thou wouldst shun--

Thy mouth brings me near to boiling, in thy hair, my fingers coiling,

Hands and lips and tongue so toiling, with a prowess ne'er outdone--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

My voice growling, nearly snarling (almost time, my little darling),

Thy hair gripped in fingers gnarling, pulling hair in twisted bun--

Until finally I am teeming, near to overwhelmed and screaming,

Senses cloudy, as if dreaming, in a state of blessed stun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

We must have a sudden shifting, so to keep my bliss from drifting,

To thy feet my arms go lifting, and around thy body's spun--

Sweat-glazed skin in darker lighting; how alluring, such a sighting,

Smoothest shoulder my teeth biting -- pleasure wildly overrun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

I whisper as I enter thine exquisite carnal center:

'Let me be thy Dom, thy mentor above all and everyone--"

Slow at first but then increasing, in a rhythm never ceasing,

Mutual passion thus increasing, my thickness a loaded gun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Fingernails thy flesh are scratching (I can feel thy pleasure hatching),

While thy pace my body's matching; mutual bliss on horizon--

Until finally in the shrieking, tightening 'round delicious peaking,

We are left to pant unspeaking, 'neath the slowly setting sun--

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

Finally, in afterglowing, stress of life (for now) forgoing,

Intertwined in quiet knowing of how our lust must be done--

Bound submissive to my needing; every word and order heeding,

On each other's pleasure feeding, locked in symbiotic fun

Thou art seized, my lovely one.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

(Special thanks to E.A. Poe, for letting me borrow his rhyme scheme.)

Sonnet - Summon

Close your eyes and see me in your mind, 

Every detail, pulled from memory;

Lying here beside you, soft and kind,

Drift with me into our ecstasy.

Feel my arms around you, perfect one,

Caress my head, love, while I kiss your skin;

I will keep you safe, out of the sun,

Cloaked in darkness, lusts lurking deep within.

Summon me to you, love, have me home,

Use your passion's need to bring me near,

My fingers yearn for curves to trace and roam --

Keep concentrating, darling. Almost here.

For our kind, this is beautiful and right,

And now let us away, to claim the night.

----

© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

The Miserable Days (Solo Renga)

when the memory has 
left me wandering and confused
adrift in the fog

when I close my eyes
succumbing to the fatigue
mid-conversation

when pain comes for me
knocks me over, beats me down
leaves me sore, broken

when it's all too much
and I can't make it downstairs 
to make the coffee

when I lie awake
curled in a ball cursing, tears
dripping on bedsheets

in the fits of rage
screaming every curse I know
at my own body

will you run the bath
wash my hair and clean my skin
when it hurts to move

will it be too much
more than you should e'er expect
or should have to bear

will you be my light
when I find myself submerged
in gloom and darkness

will you stay with me
through the miserable days
and help me feel joy

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015

Beloved One

Stay right here, beloved one,
Into mine arms retreat,
Rest thy head upon my chest,
And maketh me complete.

Thou art mine everlasting light,
Through every dreadful day,
And in my heart there is a place
Where thine affections lay.

Thy voice a lilting symphony
From lips divine and soft,
They sing to me a lovely song
That holds my soul aloft.

Thy hands so gentle, creamy smooth,
Thy skin so lovely, warm,
To touch you sets my nerves alight--
A blissful lightning storm.

Without thee, I am ever lost,
Wandering undone,
Thy kiss is my way back to life,
O, my beloved one.

----
- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Feather

the lightest kiss

upon my face

the gentle warmth 

of your embrace

subtle, patient

never rough

a feather's touch

is just enough

the faintest scent

upon your skin

sends the slightest

heat within

your perfect laugh

a lilting breeze

cool and calming

as the seas

your wanting stare

from sparkling eyes

with the power

to hypnotize

curves so perfect

so sublime

oh, to squeeze them 

all the time

subtle, patient

never rough

a feather's touch

is just enough

© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.