Pure Beauty

blades of olive grass salute her rare grandeur fledglings move tenderly to offer new buds for scarlet hair thousand-year willow oaks cultivate a canopy of cover youthful rosy breast and curvy hips from God’s own palette cerulean eyes sparkle and dance as she stirs slowly God takes her slender hand as wings unfurl, still wet […]

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Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku

Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak   The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created […]

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My New Poem “Life and love beseeches,” Live on MasticadoresIndia

tearfully shedding buttery orange leaves all yearsilently for each life shed in brutality and fear earth rejoices when drops descend from the skymixing with pores of earth’s green and dirt dry love kisses thistle and uncurls branches to clapwhile lovers snuggle close, slowing hearts to nap To continue reading please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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A Life of Jazz and Love

do you remember biting my bottom lipwe consumed one another bit by bit you asked me if I loved you just a little rubbing my smell on your hat, I played you like a fiddle lifting me in the air with your armsI drank a bottle full of your charms I look in the mirror at […]

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