Skin Series 1: Skin

Skin

Pliable
stretched taut
and smooth demanding.
Firm
tight bonded
and calm commanding.

Can I sit in you comfortably
to see without wanting to change
accept and know you can mold.
I'm learning you take attention
how a simple shift can take all eyes upon you
and a look can invite or dispel.


I'll open soon to you baby.
Once I find the strength to shed these clothes around you.
It's a task to just be alone here.


You're on me-
yet not.
I can't find you with me.

-Matthew Koutzun

Change

Change

I reckon it's about time.

-Matthew Koutzun

Holding in Arms

Holding in Arms

Do you really care for me?
Or am I dreaming?

Shhh, or else you'll wake the both of us.

K, is this better?

Much.

Are you're eyes closed?

Yes.

Mine?

How am I to know?

True.
So, are we? Am I-
Dreaming?

Depends.

On what?

On what you want.

-Matthew Koutzun

"I wanted to contact you..."

"I wanted to contact you..."

Before I'm old and Jaded?
Then I guess you missed the boat.
I may not be old- and may not be jaded, 
but the naivety cloak has a worn hole 
5 feet wide 
and I've stepped through the looking glass
fallen
4 stories 
and several tall tales to the ground below.
The rabbit dusted me off
and took me on the journey back home
only to have his head cut off
and be replaced by the Cheshire cat
who always leads the way.

Green pill
blue pill
who is to know
or choose?
If I knew I wouldn't be here would I
but if it's all just a black screen with numbers and code
don't you think ole' Bill G would be the first to know?

But back to me.
What do you want to know?
My age?
location?
Or how far I can go?

Well, the last is easy.
From here to there.
But how I get there
is what must be taken with care.
Because there is there
and that's not here-
and here is here
and here is where I am not there
Let me stress that I'm not there
and that I'm here.
Let's just get it straight I'm here
not there
and that to get me there is
hearsay and theresay
and the hard way is usually the way
because no way with me to get there
has ever been easy.
This last verse is here-
not there-
to prove it.

-Matthew Koutzun

This poem is fairly sprawling but I like it.  
I've also changed the font to manipulate the feeling.  
I hope it works.

One Handed Books for Two Fisted Men

One Handed Books for Two Fisted Men

Read like a novel
but spoken like a poem
here's the one handed book
for two fisted men.

Taken up in private
and held stiff - pages crisp
here's the book for one hand
for the men with two fists.

Broken in sweat
and soaking just right
here's to aggression and anger
and forcing it tight.

Here's to moments of pleasure
in finding sweet pain
of knowing your own secret
and reading it again and again.

Here's to the one handed book
for two fisted men
it's read by few
but it's read again and again.

-Matthew Koutzun

Across a Mountain range I'm Moved

Across a Mountain range I'm Moved

I cry for someone else in love.
I feel fear and disappointment and am moved.

I see future glimmer and I hope.

I touch opportunity's fissure and I shiver.

I love for not need or want,
but in hoping for another.

Maybe this is turning over.

Leaves fall from the tree out side

although it's the beginning of summer,

I feel the season changing.

-Matthew Koutzun