What is this webWoven on more than memories –Moans, kisses behind sealed lips,Passion and earnestEchoing ripples outsidethe comfort zone…. (what if someone sees?)Are you brave enough to ride the wave?
Tag: sensuality
Love chronicling cont. [micropoems]
[Clandestine Nines]Kisses reaching into eternityAs you reach through my third chakraClimbingSeeking the releaseSlightest gaspPauseAs we listen to the rainTrembling (although you nearly love how I can’t help it) – did she hear us?eternity. Breath. The continuance of your hipsAssured by the silence on the other side of what now feels like paper (though we’ll call…
Lions are never surprised [a poetic]
On this I do meditate:Does it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Two manes wrapped atop our headsAs we took to stately rest in bedYet sleep could not allureFrom temptation of experiencing a love so pureOn this I now meditateDoes it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Your paws…
[kiss]
He kissed me.For one long, beautiful moment. His lips uttered a thousand storiesIn a language I’d never heard before:I understood every one.
worship [a poem]
Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…
fuck me poetic [a poem]
fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us. “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…
a haikai (hokku, haiku) and a brief lesson
A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…
Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
This one is a throwback (written in 2006), and one of the few instances I employed some rhyme and form with mild success. One of the featured poems I keep stapled to the site, it’s a good way to invite that admirer of yours a little closer this holiday season. Enjoy. Meet Me Under the…
forever my dream
Curled in my bed, clutching, I feel your arms slide up mine, and pull my hands away from my face as you creep gently over my body to kiss that troubled look you hate to see, grabbing tears before they’ve fallen, kissing every inch of me, chasing the pain out through my skin delivering the…
Sharkey Speaks 