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
Category: Power of Touch
Riding The Years of Love
feeling you as the stars are heating our passionate nest with fiery embersreflecting on our youthful skin, and secret crimson frolics with intensitychambers in my heart, beating fast, lay unrestricted by your touchglutinous boundaries of cerulean I sail windlessly through as I clutchmy chest, like your love, at times, is so consuming, it is too…
Lovestruck
the sea raged, flogged by the fierce lightningobserving from an abandoned church where we fledwith formidable arms, you picked me up and embraced my heartyou spoke of yearnings, as you fed me floral notes with your voicehow you played my small feet like an instrument of uncharted lovecoconut and musk oil lingered, as you smelled…
Bitter Still
thorns took my youthful flesh like a fish will bite the baitbitter your words, like a dull sword in battle, way too late black roses are still black when the sun forgets to shineyouthful clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, no longer are you mine blisters form on my thighs where your kisses once did laythe sun lost…
Leaving Again
memories of White Lake, pour over me like a cloud shedding its fluidthe lake of glass, glistening in the sun, reflecting silent laughterlooking at your toes underneath this cooling mirror, I sighthe rough wooden pier that stretches out, as a second summer daycalling my name, like a silk scarf longing to feel fingers touchingmusic lingers…
My Compass
My eyes drift to paradise where angels dwellBashfully soft notes of a flute wafting gently overOcean’s waves playing hypnotizing heart tunesRhythmic sounds changing as the small chasmOf my instrument seals with sea’s thick saltLids closing blind my nose now my compassSmells of sweat and sandalwood intoxicatingWarm touches both soothing and arousingGardenia and lavender mixes with…
My First Published Poem On Spillwords
Please celebrate with me my first published work on a great magazine, Spillwords Press. I am grateful to the publishers for featuring, My Paso Fino, my latest work. You can read it here My Paso Fino. To see additional artists and their work, please check out Spillwords Press here Spillwords Press.
Merpeople
(A Follow Up to A Tale of Two Widows https://the-inner-child.com/2019/11/22/a-tale-of-two-widows) Reading time for this piece one minute and thirty-three seconds. Dark Crimson is mindfully mingling withthe full moon’s daunting and luminous light.As my clotting blood was slow to tricklefrom my slender ring less fingers tonight.An enigma of my existence to theMerpeople which I did so…
Mistaken Pleasures
Crimson cheeks and curled confusion, you wear upon your head,Satan’s satin covers and putrid odors ornament your bed.Countless corners hold your breath and tremble at your power,So many times, your favor won, with the pardon from a flower. A tongue found bitter from your taste, and yet it won’t recoil,Implanted in a weakling’s eye, another…
The Lonely Sailor (Part 2)
For Part One click here (Reading time for Part 2 is 6 minutes and 19 seconds) Conscious of the thin sea mist that was clinging to my body, I licked my lips, tasting a hint of salt. My big browns were taking in an exciting array of individuals walking around the boardwalk. Among the men,…
