You Were The Best Of Us – Poem by Joni Caggiano inspired by “The Child To Be” by Gabriela Marie Milton Daylilies and lavender fall from a sky of bright eyes,in the silhouette of a boat, under a quarter moon.Born on the month of the ramwith your right fist on your pink cheek.I was twenty,…
Category: marriage
You Are
You Are whispers of pale gold gliding over my skinspots of a fawn landing on mushroom capssighs from blue whales a thousand miles away You Are kindness of a prayer floating up to Godlaughter of a child standing in a paintinga wooden barrel full of Eastertide’s flowers You Are promises dancing on ruby colors of…
Loving the Rough Edges
Specks of dust glide in slow motion while a hypnotic dance performs within the light of the morning sun. Eyes dry filled with fairy dust, collecting their magic in a blue silk bag. Your strong arms, now stretching deliberately they pull my willing body close. In the distance, a lawnmower is cutting nature’s carpet as…
Scores of Saturdays
A freckle danced circles around her noseLittle feet moving like a ballerinaTeeth crafting her smile into a bright starHer hair smelling of ripe strawberriesOh, how he loved her, and how she liked to danceWatching her, knowing her, consumed in a trance Dropping on the floor tired, slowly kissing her feetPicking her up gently like his…
Our Smells
tease me slowly, for now, awake I smell your nighttime sweatmingling with our lovemaking, aromas catching my body wethumidity plays a role in the dampness of our pearly pleasuresleepy eyes open, alive, we are now each other’s sated treasure
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
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…
My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC
voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall…
In Love With My Spanish Breakfast
when the sun put on her yellow robe, she was shining sitting in the humming café in Sevilla which graced her street’s corner like a jewelwhile my love was sipping his café solo, the lip of his cup smiles at me our young waiter cuts slices for my bocadillo con jamón as he greets me…