The Game Of Love
There are no rules
To the game of love
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.03.03:03:03@296 NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #2)
You are a secret
I’ve seen you before
At least I thought I had
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.01.16:20:00 @ 296NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World
She is not by my side
But I sleep with her nightly
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.27.12:27:27 @ 296NYC
Tenth Of May
On the Tenth Of May
My proceedings will come to a halt
I’ll be coming out
And magnifying my electricity I share with you all
I’ll take a bow and finish my acting
Be aware
On the Tenth Of May
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.17.16:59:47@1515NYC
Valentine’s Day
Didn’t pull the trigger
Because I know you are breathing
Just around the corner
Just not in my bed, under these cold warm sheets....
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.14.12:15:55 @ 296NYC
Valentine’s Day
Hijacked Love
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She cried when I cried
She laughed when I laughed
Her body quivered when I made love to her
Her lips softened when I kissed her
She promised me something divine
She promised me something real
Her eyes spoke to me as I gazed
Her ears listened as I whispered
She dreamed when I was alive in her arms
She breathed deeply when I hugged
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She embraced me in the evening
She woke up next to me in the morning light
Her soft skin was always next to mine
Her curves surrounding my innocence
She was music to my heart
She was everything peaceful
Her thoughts were shared with mine
Her energy flowed through me
She was only a memory
She was only a short fantasy
© 2002 David Greg Harth
01.11.12.00:00:00@296NYC
01.12.12.00:00:00@296NYC
02.01.12:00:00:00@296NYC
02.02.12:00:00:00@296NYC
Closed (Version #2)
It’s closed
It’s shut
It’s no longer open
It’s no longer wide
It’s closed down
Retired
Put on the shelf
Nothing left
Zero
Nothing here
Gone
Closed
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.09.12:57:34 @ 296 NYC
Love (Version #11)
In that bed of white
I want to lay beside you
And read you my poetry all night
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.02.12:57:22@296NYC
Embrace
I would have the bathtub ready for you
Just after you arrive home from work
Filled with hot soothing water
The surface draped in beautiful flower petals
Light from candles warm up the room to a golden hue
My smile can conquer any of the day’s sadness
With my hands I guide you to the scent of blossoms
Slowly I disrobe you and caress your soft ivory skin
Gently you submerge deeply into the hot bath
Mystical music is playing in the surroundings
We talk and laugh and smile
Exchange the warmness that surpasses the heat of the flames
I rub your wet back with my strong hands
Run my fingers through your silky hair and wash the beauty clean
Give you a delicate kiss on your sweet lips
I depart the bathroom for you to relax
As I prepare dinner for two
With the freshest of ingredients
Cooked to the perfection of your taste
Glasses of wine now await your re-entry
We have a lovely meal and a treat for dessert
Share stories of the past and dreams of the future
Have stimulating and inspirational conversation
Feeling connected during this moment caught in time
I lead you to the bedroom to have our own symphony
...
After the hours of love-making
The kisses to your lips
The traces of my tongue around your ear
The kisses to your inner thigh
The traces of my finger around the contour of your body
The kisses to your nipples
The traces of my scents intertwining with yours
The kisses to your back
The traces of my finger upon your navel
After all the kissing and tracing and love-making
We sleep together, in an embrace.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.02.02:02:02 @ 296 New York City
What Are We?
What are we?
.. but strangers who just met....
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.01.11:10:20@296NYC
Happiness is a warm gun
I think I’ll shove one up your ass.
I think I’ll guide one between your legs.
I think I’ll trace your contour with the barrel
I think I’ll plow through the feathers of the down with this steel rod
I think I’ll blast through the night on your bed sheets
I think I’ll enter your soul and make you forget
I think I’ll shoot up tonight
I think I’ll penetrate your mind all night
I think I’ll take this gun and poke you in the back
I think I’ll make you stick it up high
I think I’ll turn you around and make you warm
I think I’ll stare in your eyes and make you cold
I think I’ll slowly make you brace it
I think I’ll quickly make you suck it
I think I’ll show you how to use it
I think I’ll show you how to honor it
I think I’ll make you stroke its weight
I think I’ll make you groan louder at point
I think I’ll deliver it gently
I think I’ll never let it explode again
I think I’ll wish I had it inside
I think I’ll wish I never died
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.31.18:49:57@296NYC
You Are Not Here
I look to my left, and I see you
I look to my right, and I see you
But when I look above me
or below me,
I don’t see you.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.31.14:02:00 @ Bway & Grand NYC
Martin Day
Sad...
they ask how is the weather,
and ask “What day is it?”
He just replies with, “Yesterday was Wednesday, tomorrow is Friday.”
(I’ll let you figure out what today is)
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.27.00:00:00@296NYC