Appetites

There show me your Breast
Tears me a little
Dance like list has taken me over
I want you
Take me into you
I can feel you
Your everything I can imagine
Soft skin
Beautiful
A dream of lust and passion


By Connor Coutu
2010 Blast inc.

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What light approaches

What light approaches from the morning dawn?
Creeping through my eye lids, reaching deep
Within my slumbering mind.
A raise and greet the morning, the light is telling me.
Touch the morning and greet it with joy and happiness
That dwells within.
What is it that brings me here?
What draws me to this?
What power makes me greet the day without question?


By Connor Coutu
Jan 30/09
2010 Blast Inc.


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Why did you hold my hand?

Why did you hold my hand?
Did you need to feel that everything is ok?
Why are we always hot then cold?
Are we just friends?
Are we friends with potential for more?
Am I just a, what if?
Someone who you may love, but is waiting
For somebody else to come along and swept
You off your feet?
Am I coming or going.
Are we night and day?
Reaching for each other, hoping the moment is right.
Whisper what you want in my ear, tell me I’m yours
And let you be mine.

By Connor Coutu
2010 Blast Inc.

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hunger in the back of the mind

I think of it as an elegant dance between the two. Sort of like two lover who pass by each other and lightly run there fingers on the other skin. Leaving a sort of hunger in the back of the mind.


By Connor Coutu

2010 blast Inc.

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Walking out

Walking out to the porch and headed out to the back lane to my friends car. He was waiting there to help me move my bags to my new place. I was so excited to get out on my own I must have forgot thing? Oh well I can always come back and grab them later.

It seems like we were driving forever. The traffic, the stop at the coffee shop, the quick call on my buddy cell phone. It was taking forever to get to my new place. I was excited and this was it. The freedom I was looking for, how it urge me to be free from this cased in mind set that I found myself living.

By Connor Coutu
2010 blast Inc.

There in the open field

There in the open field I can see for miles.
From the tree line to the horizon nothing but clouds, the silence
And you and me.
You said you can almost smell the rain.
No sooner than that the rain started to fall.
You get excited and start dancing around, not caring if you
Get wet or sick from the rain.
The air was warm and the fat drops had a warm feeling to them.
You were happy.
There you were in the middle of the field dancing in the rain.
There was a childlikeness to you that seemed to fill your eyes.
I can almost feel the love in your heart.

I can hear the silence that rolls in my head.
Echoes of moments that disappear after said.
Rumbles and unusually sounds that cover this blank
Canvas of night.
I reach for a cigarette but I forget I stopped smoking.
Fidgety is my thoughts.
Trying to reflect that which stirs deep with in my
Hollow shell.

By Connor Coutu

2010 blast Inc.

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Location:McMillan Ave,Winnipeg,Canada

Rain

Rain

I want the rain to pour
Not tiny little droplets but big fat drops.
I want it to rain down so I can’t see across the field
Where the wild flowers grow, where the rabbits play.
I want to stand out in the middle of the
Field between the flowers and rain and feel it pour over me.
I feel each warm droplet touch my skin.
Beating against my head and through my hair.
As each moment I become more a part of the rain.
I raise my arms and reach to the sky as if grabbing fireflies at night.
I embrace the feeling that this gives me.
I take it in and make it a part of who I am.
Alive. . .


Connor Coutu
Blasted Inc.
Jan 2009


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Location:Wentworth St,Winnipeg,Canada

A shadow puppet on the wall

Write me a note to say something.
Anything will do.
Say hello, or good bye.
Be it a list of things you want me to do on my day off.
Something., anything, I want to be seen not looked through, a piece of someone I once knew somehow forgotten, somehow remembered.
A shadow puppet on the wall.

By Connor Coutu
2010 blast Inc.

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Location:South Dr,Winnipeg,Canada

You drip with the essence of a silhouette

You drip with the essence of a silhouette.
Every moment awake is another thought of you.
Every moment asleep is another dream of you.
There is a sun in the sky, but without you there
It’s dull and dreary like a rainy day.
How consuming you are. I hunger for you.
Just one taste of your exotic essence,
You enrapture me. You make me feel that there
is hope.
The distance has held us apart.
The fear of the unknown,
The fear of not knowing,
The item of being cast a side from your heart.
You have become my everything.
The reason for living,
The reason for dying,
You find me completely with you or not at all.
It’s there together in a slow dancing embrace that
I whisper to you.
I’m yours. . .

By Connor Coutu
2010 Blast Inc.