Absent

long red hair hangs wet, on her firm, damp thighsintense is the coconut scent,from red orchids, given as absent reminderssilence, like heavy rain, falling on yielding green leasgold hearts dangle from sensitive lobes, a gift – a cursetears engulf the room, as soft petals float in milky dreamsher passion, burning holes in sheets still warmno … Continue reading Absent

Stung

OLYMPUS E-520 DIGITAL CAMERA- Photo and Poem by Joni Caggiano on May 22, 2020 Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a … Continue reading Stung

Fledgling

in the waking hours, I hear your breathcrusted sands of the past are in your eyesreminders of painlies that lick the dustsheets that once knew lusterstolen from an innocentdevouring me like a vulturelost, I linger like the fledglingafraid to leaveafraid to stayliving in the in-betweendying in the shadows Poem and photo by Joni Caggiano - … Continue reading Fledgling

Hummingbirds

my heart is cursedlove is a windowless homewhere emotions bleedalone I cry stale tearsmy well is soon to be emptyrejected is my outstretch handmy path floods the streetwith blood that flowsinto an endless river of paincrossing the red bridgemy heart dares to dreama feather floats byhummingbirds hover around memessengers who bid me welldisappearing on the … Continue reading Hummingbirds

An Oath

Scarlet eyes dart fretfullyBlue orbs veiled in layersGuises maintaining thoughtsFurtive cracking of their ribsGurneys transport beloved lifeKinfolk wait in a soundless voidPostponing her solemn decreeChoosing youth to now reviveAging man gently turning bluishSeeing a vision of a blue-gray heronWeary, gloved his hand now in hersDucts are dry, like his thirsty skinShe looks up and begs … Continue reading An Oath

A Day Adrift

Gentle winds weep as gusts carry toilsome burdens swiftly alongMermaids, fairies, and whales join in this hauntingly woeful songOld legs holding up sorrowful eyes cry blood upon the empty streetRusted iron table, only one chair left where her friends would meetHeavy skies release a burden and clouds bring forth a dense rainCovering porch swings, hobby … Continue reading A Day Adrift