lovers influence
Category: Giving
Hopeful hearts
like ducks in rain, we went splashingkissing me tenderly melting fiery lips swellthrowing back our wet heads elatedly laughing my thin hips and round breast showwhiffs of lavender with a hint of musk smilespicking me gently skyward, touching my face slowhe will ask me to marry, he already knows I will say no exploring…
Grateful
fragile is a heart inside the chest of a childbirds and butterflies tread entwining gifts there toosoft young skin shivers as melancholy air covers him with blue stitches of memories stretching out in hopefrozen between three snowflakes watching lady timeblue jays singing notes of love as church bells blissfully chime aromatic petals on a golden…
The Earth Has Feelings Too
silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…
Without An Anchor At Sea
tethered to you, my darling, like a fragile marionettesilk strings made from worms gathering their blue emotionslonging for an overdue petrichor, I yearn for a divine cloud burstmy anchor, yet your strength vacillates floating, sending me out to seastill, after all these years, you do not identify with my mournful delicate marrowjoyful, gardenia scented summer…
My New Face
faces are skin for viewing, not for judginghiding one side of mine to forget the slaps it tookI ask us why is it so difficult for us to embrace our look if my face was right, my thin body wrongthe sea’s entire palette of blue surrounded mein my teenage years, something not many bothered to…
I am Your Canvas
Green-eyed canvasGerminates from wild sparksLit by tributaries you draw on me Red the lily of the IncasYou flow through me like theAmazon from the Andes mountains Orange clusters of lifeSurrounding me as pleasuresArouse flesh with hot touches You are the center ofMy tree where life is fed byThose tributaries you draw on me
Magic of the Morning
securing her likeness within the shifting fogchasing lingering moon dancers in her red apronelbows raw from scaping the dancing tree limbsa breakfast of oats and honey sits on the tablethinking of the first time they met in the stable a newborn wren chirping for its morning wormtapping her shoulder, the first ray of pinkish sunwhite…
Live on Spillwords Press, My Poem, “Melding into You”
your generous lips a pathway to warmth, in which I submerge sweet our exchange like a cinnamon roll dripping in soft yellow butter deriving sensations, as I enter your mouth drowning in you lost again in our movements, we are dripping like the candle by the bed blue notes tiptoe on your torso; I am…