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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My new poem live on The Edge of Humanity “High price”
Arising from the loamy soil and red clay emits the realm of cotton and tobacco. Their breaths are a land of drudgery where drops of scarlet seep from hands that pick the whites of her thorny eyes. Growing in fields of lost magnolias and gardenias adrift, where scentless trees play jazz for fairies and whippoorwills. …
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…
My New prose Live on the finest example
Musical beach grass Shy and shielding the sun through cotton candy clouds musically smell my skin. Beholding heaven, I remember how trembling we explored our wedding ground in this land of arctic terns. Childlike, I embrace stolen moments of youth I never had. Briny mist captivated my racing heart as I lay with you and…
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…
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…
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…
Striking Soldier
(one minute read) dark the liner underneath her emerald green eyessorted whispers exchanged in a smoke-filled hollowcloaked in sadness, she journeys to the bar that floats in the airwalls of black notes isolate reality in a bluesy canvasmoney cannot buy her escape, not this earthy eveningstirring within her nose, the sting of hospital air…
Sorrowful Surrogate
Ripe the delicate fig I place inside my hungry mouth,its flavor heightened by a residue of sugar left on midnight lipssliding sluggishly down with laudanum and brandy Opening a cross-window, I watch your tall silhouette movesated, down the dark street with your tricorne hatas our smells fused with the oils of our young bodies,I…
My Pillar
Your touch reaches toward the Aegon seaYou open the door, your heart speaks to meCreating a sensation, a quiver, your smellsMy pillar, my very breath, my blushing tellsAs I ache, as a bee for honey, a hand for a gloveYou’re the man who gave friendship and loveCome to me under the sky and sing your…