Delicate Electricity: A Collection of Poetry of Love, Lust and Passion

By AJ Jackson

The poet, AJ Jackson, takes a significate departure from his previous poetry to explore love, lust, passion, and the evolution of relationships.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9781387631773

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In Our Hands

I don’t believe in deities or government servants

So let us let our relationship remain in our hands.

Two hearts, one life, bound in the eternal dance

With understanding and forgiveness of friends.

I have long considered you to be my wedded wife,

Not my girlfriend. No, you are the center of my life.

You erase the edge and anxiety of my soul’s strife.

You banish the demons away and out of sight.

You transformed home into a person from a place,

Making me a homebody in every important sense.

Your electric touch tethers me in time and space

And makes all things unbearable less hurtfully dense.

13 Apr 2019 12:05 P.M.

Melt to Gold

My angel opens her divine golden gate,

Granting me an audience with the cosmos.

My worries and fears fade, divinely dissipate,

And sublime sensations envelope our throws.

If only the eternity felt wasn’t fated so fleeting,

That the moment was over, scarcely having begun.

The agony accompanying the awaiting, repeating

Set aflame my loins like the flames of the sun.

Oh how to get lost in the moment

Never needing the inevitable return-

Find some way to melt gold, entomb it,

And never again allow it to adjourn.

17 Apr 2019 11:14 A.M.

Two Thousand Nights

Over two thousand nights we have shared

And my love and passion continues to grow.

The universe paired us. I’ve been since spared.

No more trekking through Mordor like Frodo.

Only a minute fraction was less than bliss,

And, occasionally, the fault fell at my feet.

Still you set the rhythm of my heart, so kiss

Me, hold me, let us keep each other complete.

Reprieve received for your gleeful, submissive slave

Looking for clues how to bring you better happiness.

Show me, guide me, use me for what you crave.

I’ll be subservient and banish my toxic manliness.

20 Apr 2019 5:24 P.M.

Eject the Neglect

Let me remind you of our passions past

And eject the neglect of the present.

Let us be newly reborn at long last

And our stagnation broken and bent.

Imagine me carrying you to bed, o’er threshold,

Gently kissing you the path over.

My arms strong, my love stronger, my actions bold.

I’m ready to be forever your lover.

Your eyes a-glint while waiting my mount.

Your hands exploring lands I yearn to tame

Before taking hold of my eager fount,

Imploringly, summoning me by whispered name.

I relieve you from your clothes tight restrict

And kiss a path from north to blessed south.

My skin glides across yours, energy kinetic.

You brace for the embrace of my mouth.

A steamy sonnet my tongue traces one letter at a time,

Leaving you reveling with each words reveal.

You reach loftier apexes and continue to climb,

Quivering, quaking, begging mercy from the ordeal.

No quarter do you find. The sweet release continues.

I emerge to enter you from behind, aside.

Your fingers frantic, I plunge deep within you.

The gates of bliss welcome us, swinging wide.

You command, Pull my fucking hair!

As another wave washes you over, an endless tide.

Throbbing and tight. We are almost there.

You finish me, Oh God! I want your cum inside!

20 Apr 2019 6:49 P.M.

Igniting the Furnace’s Fervor

Tolerable existence, monotonous repetition.

Only the details differ from day to day.

A gray hue cast over my mood and vision;

No excitement or novelty or passion in my play.

A fleeting warmth felt only with her near

Reminds me I continue to live, to breathe,

But the flame wanes on the wick, clear.

What shall become of what remains of me?

I struggle daily to regain the technicolor

Days of white hot passion and excitement,

Fruitless to ignite the furnace's fervor;

My constant frustration and lasting lament.

My soul shrieks a sound I cannot make

And there is no comfort in my ill fit skin.

Have I exhausted the joy there is to take?

Scant joys are fleeting, shallow, and thin.

I feel like a sky worn smooth of clouds,

A tree unmasked of its webbing leaves.

Every touch is exacted through tactless shrouds,

Every sadness puts my soul on bended knee.

Why has the cycle stalled