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…

Scorn

fall upon and discard my saggy breast never good enough could never pass your family’s test   other women your eyes linger and sink talk of my beauty, char crisp dust lust for others, your toxic deceitful wink   someone else can taste your viscid hate I tire of you and your foul distain clog…

Nature’s Passion

fireflies sing to me of your passionYour tenderness like veins of sunlightsolitary cricket plays nature’s gratifying cellobig browns now vehemently on my young fellow life is a gift, as is the love you impartmy body now rides a sunbeam of ardorstarlings whistle as you write upon my breastcraving a release, I move your hand to…

making love under a canapy of willow oaks

Buttercups with reflective cells make the sunshine upon your face. Tickling the leaves as they dance graciously upon the trees, the musing of light bringing me to my knees. Emerald eyes sipping the fragrant nectar of nature as I am smitten with the beauty of the sky.  My eyelet dress barely covering my breasts brought…

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,…

Ameri-Ku: “After All These Years”

An Ameri-Ku by Joni  Oh my mesmerizing love, you awaken my deep desirewith your hot hand on my bare shoulder, intoxicating smells tantalizing taste buds, our fine winewhetting our appetite for one another, toasting our love, art hanging, and baskets of light,dancing notes by Auclair-Fortin playing, my heart now swaystwenty-five years passing like a few…

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…