I lived in island culture. But was coastal
The hunidity rose and the sun shone on cloudburst.
Ah those were days for swimming in the rain
White sand and blue water warm to the touch.
A gaggle of kids. Ready steady go.
Full tilt to the ocean likity split.
A two hundred yard sprint
Naked as J-birds .never seen one
Naked or clothed.
We.sprint to.the seaside.in warm driving rain.
Then splash and swim out
And do it again
In the rain
Till the jet took
Out to old. LAX.
The beauty dawns early, She is more fair;
Nature is ever green; She warm up to care;
Towards the green hills, winter covers cold;
A cloudburst; rages out, this time, I was bold;
Far, at the other end; the mother earth flares;
in a passionate heat, with an increased glare!
When they were entangled
in the orange coils of passion again,
she reminded him
of the moonstone.
When he and she were in a band,
at its wild crescendo,
the moonstone had melted,
a molten green fluorescent liquid,
roared in his loins,
she felt the tremor,
the spasms that comes like waves,
to embrace the shores,
wild winds, cloudburst.
"Come deep" she pleads
to him in between.
Winds still in the wings
kept roaring as if the thirst remains,
didn't he see moonstone in her eyes,
an eager glint, unspoken words,
obscene perhaps, erupting from deep?
He ate apples, she had peaches,
she combed her long hair,
with a ritualistic meticulousness.
He spat the seeds of the fruit.
She stared at him with unbelieving eyes,
at that night,
something strange happened,
the river went dry,
in the morning he saw dead fish
amidst pebbles smooth and round,
shaped by long years of rolling through
the riverbed, now lying orphaned,
naked without the cover of water.
She had already left,
was the moonstone yet another myth?
I feel like I'm the grass and You're the rain, because the only time I grow is when skies are gray
We both know this is true, that I'm brightest when I'm drenched in You and
Now the sun shines and brings the rays, and Your water dries up and the flames will blaze
I need to be soaked in You, to stay alive, or else I'll start dying at the roots, I won't survive
Could have guessed the wind was all it would take, to turn thick to thin and fog to mist and rid me of my haziness
You left too fast and all I ask is give me back my overcast, I get comfort in shade
The heat is beating down and random spots are turning brown
I'm warm on a summers day but that's never been enough to make me ok
I'm dehydrating, with each moment passing, it seems this might be everlasting
We used to have the best front yard on the street, then You left, now it's filled with sticks and leaves, and dirt
I'm weak and withered You know damn well it hurts and
The weeks will pass and the months will turn from the day you let that fire burn
In springtime I hope You'll return with a downpour that will quench my thirst
I was found on my solace at its solstice-
In my prayer-
Thee heart breaking-heartbeats decries;
Uttering voices-doomed to enchanting yodel of the nights' blues.
I am deeply in pain in this earthly scintilla,
Alike sweet ole rhymes in my sonata.
Singing melodious for my inamorata!
But the suns and the moons call it quits,
Within me, inside of me..
I can't complain no more!
It's now and never..
Believing the goodness, to say the least.
Though in this broken world- still-so-exist.
Realness of somethin' ne'er cease to amaze.
Enduring thy half-moon,
Taken aback to cloudburst boon.
More-so to torrent- thoughts, serenely-outright.
How near and dear o'er this silky-cheek to your smite!
So eloquent, so breathless!
Breezes a smile that is everything to me.
Encouraging manifesto that you told to me,
Like "A fully-bloomed-flower is an answer
and a turning-point to a struggling life!"
A tale of days for love's sake
And the good-times-
With all my heart whereas Love spells,
Earnestly, lying in wait up to Heavens!
Down-with me here to-my home Cali-turf-now!
I make my feelings into poetry
and you make your actions the same
when you lollygag in rainstorms &
leave love notes written on my face.
And two parts of my body you
make damp, my cloudburst eyes and
what lies between my legs’ land.
But in the afternoon, I’m reminded
that the two are not exact
because only one hole of mine can be
a cloudburst, penetrated our world
with thrusts as deep as the eye of our
storm, coasting over us in heaved
passion; unleashed with each
dip and sway
our core in showered felicity; tasting
euphoria's longing, titillated to the tips
of our toes; saturating her soft spots,
her rain and I were one curled, pelvis
sliding in out as hands caressed in rhythm,
wanting to taste her rain once again;
cultivating in her delicacy, nibbling tautness;
remembering moments our lips said hi
as her raindrops seeped, causing our
steam to rise, each drop in hunger;
I'd delve deeper into oblivion,losing
myself in raged deluges of her
The red sky bleeds
into the white’s womb;
in vibrant and vivid
drops of cloudburst;
Then a rainbow blossom
In the atmosphere !
does not breathe on your skin:
it is your skin, the dust,
the specks dancing upon
a blank board. And flaking onto
one dawn foot-print I slip
my limbs between slow, loving
your warm, caramel crooks.
How you rooted yourself into
morning’s peak, and I
am moonlight in
his last nocturnal slumber –
I say you are lit like a
home, not a cloudburst or star
and settle each particle into
porcelain. Cups for two
as if it will fill me up,
my belly, your love is enough
light for the both of us.
A sin of darkness, buries silvered waters, where breathing is as tangible as a caress;
The circle turns, unceasing, around my feral heart,
Unfettered as the tides, where desire ebbs and flows;
Through rainbows, spun with roses, swaying beneath shadows...
Crystals of feathered lace sense his rhythm; like whispers
Drifting past things I dared not dream,
Clinging to misted breath; cradling me unconditional;
Wrapped in strands of tender, I discover him,
In a sacred place, where cheek meets chest,
And bodies find recognition...
His shadow across satin, the pattern of my emerald draped desire,
Coating my silhouette in a musky promise, cocooned in timeless abandon,
My eyes sing with the gentleness of baby's breath, lips fill with the softness of rainbows,
Of cloudburst kisses, trailing tenderly from forehead to cheek, to moistened mouth;
His darkness, drinking deep, a black satin desire...
Eyes of fire, burn my skin, searing into me,
Demands; as heat wraps, twining through me, gazing past absolution
Expressions of want, shine radiance, reflecting need;
My breath brushes against questions held in his eyes,
His murmurs tightly thrusting a foreplay sliding in cushioned madness,
In crescent moons that bleed....
Fingers encircle, tracing the wet I create, hands grasp tender submission,
My body given, raw, arched, grasping darkness within his eyes,
Rampant...and forbidden, my unwoven breath....shatters
Upon the mastery of his moonlight storm.
A suckle flush against a throbbing womb,
Swept away against passion's throes...
Cradled, in ache, chaos spilt between us in rivers,
Swirling within the scarlet spill, I am strung out,
Like the lights I have found , eternal, in his eyes entranced;
I weep for the beauty he pours, lips bleeding his crimson name;
I touch him, touching me, in the weave of promise, stained upon his smile...............