Polished Composure Timid love alights in garland eyes as I remember the tranquil sway of cattails in spring. Laughter and love permeate the air we breathe. My sun-kissed skin glistens with the reflection of the clear, chilly pond water. The yellowish-orange bills of the great egrets keep tune in this symphony of sound. Now wet,…
Category: Power of Touch
”Red Ball” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Red Ball Hannah wept silently into her dusty apron. She spun her thin face around, much like a donut, awaiting its freckling of powdered sugar. Tears cast their agonies upon hand-stitched hydrangeas, petunias, and magnolias while honeybees clung close with their bulging pollen-laden legs. Ruth had spent six months embroidering this apron for her and…
”Arctic Hymns” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Arctic Hymns ornate, sea eagle, liberate God’s lapis lazuli skiesunfurl thy seven-foot wings for us this dayrise the spired scalp of acorns slice frigid, wintry soilmy fisherman of Kenai River rest from daily toil come with leathery hands to my rousing limbsnestle my steamy body as I sing my Arctic hymns sandy blonde hair lay…
Flaming Sunset Now Live On HotelMasticadores
touch my skin through silk, as air-born feathers malleable to your tender strokes, I close my eyes release me, take me from my bone-thin ancient tethers space disappears, my beloved refuge, pursue me assimilate my soul, as a window weeper whose pain is tainted by my clarity of the indignant power of the sea…
Luring Nature
he touches me through lavender silkbumble bees gather tiny dots of yellowspirited hands touching warm, yielding flesha vivid sun puts on an eye patch, an attempt at veilingus, as our desire heightens, pine and sage, breathing and smellingmy darling, there is a spot you have not yet found, and I am not telling God hangs…
WRAP ME UP
emerald eyes inspecting every inch of mesmall is the pebble of stone, a recollection of my youthtrees collect me, wrapping me in their leaves like an ornament sensing I am the gift imparting upon you, like a swan’s neck unfolding hungering for touches that arouse memelting like the butter I use for a symbolic cakein…
My new Poem “my flavor,” live on masticadoresindia
sipping me softly through a fairy’s strawsampling each flavoryou whisper, it is my essence you savor Please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), Editor Terveen Gill, to finish reading my post. If you like, please read and share. Also, don’t forget to subscribe, like, and follow MasticadoresIndia and the magazine publications of this…
My new poem “dance of spring” now live on spillwords press nyc
fairies dance as fireflies light the sky with magicwhippoorwills call lovingly to one another in blue moonlightdancing in sheer purple silk, my limbs reach toward starsyou watch with growing anticipationwe are lovers in a nightly woven paradisespring peepers are gifting their birdlike chirpsseeing your eyes glowing green in the candlelight, I stopsitting on your lap,…
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…
His Love is Far Reaching
pounding heartbeats, the torrid sun drying blue blood, which drips as silently as Damascus sighs, my blood rides on the Crimson-winged Finch in the Holy Lands, we sit in the shade of the immense fig tree, meeting me here too long ago, a human turning inside out, each time you touch my lines where a…
