Axis tilt
pendulum plunged
plane upheaved
when wane has won.
Incarnation cleansed
as lovers spill
trajected dreams
of somedays still.
Teetered fulcrum
down to slide
when tomorrows dim
forboding good-bye.
No more whens
just glazed memories
only binds left
connecting you through me.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
A spell-cast lure
from hedonic
gypsy's shore
lewdly hitched
my witch-leery
blooded soil.
Tapestric flame
shrouded by emerald
jaspered slits
slaved the dark
mystic marked and
unthrottled the
unreasoned quest.
The emanation desired
a drunken dizzy
thirst to levy and lap
her cauldron's want
prelude to dissolved
barriers.
Staggered I succumbed
simmered, stirred
surrendered into her
cask filled mix
potion pured
forever now sworn
to the gypsied witch.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
Letters and words
clacked on a screen
solo ammunition
at battle's wane.
The struggle unsettled
begged to rework
renewed offensive to
conquer hearts
and recapture minds?
Or tap-clack in the rounds
desultory rain
preluded surrender
the darkened reversal
of fortune's invasion.
Accept the armistice
and let you
love in peace.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
In a previous life
the one leased before this
I was burned
in the Cocoanut fire.
To the nines
in a silky red-ruby dress
awaiting
revelry in the Grove
flirting the
crowds until
intimacy acquired
escaped into the
Melody Lounge.
That precycled scene
one autumn night
sleeps dormant
this life
unless
kindled by the smell
of acrid sulfer-ized air
or the sight of pitch
unexpected.
Then to re-live
transiently re-feel
flame poured fronds
from Melody's ceiling
char blacking my arm
blister gaped
as a thousand
racking wails
torment me.
Too late to flee
stone hypnotized watching
the creeping black
consume my extremities
I stared immobile
immolation complete.
Burned in the Cocoanut fire.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
Her savory eyes
seeping through
blink proof
portraits
on my screen
awakens
the frenzy
again....
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
Our rails embarked
on differing rolls
cast about to
meander through
questionless hovels
weigh-station trials and
points compulsatory
yet gaining steam for
longed assignation
coupling cars on
single track
someday.
The tick tick clack
of each mile
count was to bring
the exodus nearer
to terminal
wrestling the locomotive
to our will
the whishing
as stale air parted
more rapidly to
our rendezvous junction
someday.
Engineer engaged
pauses points
jerk-water halts to
re-fuel re-fresh
re-new re-track
and the miles
tick tick clack
and the tramped
porters too late to see
that each mile passed
was one mile less
for someday.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
A ruddy glint
dulled scarcely less
than the neighboring
pebbles crowding it,
an opaque stone
caught my heart
on a well worn
graveled trail.
I stooped and scooped
and meditating
it's passive allure,
slipped it sure
into my pocket
and continued
my life's new way.
I've harbored
for years that
no precious gem
and occasionally
buff the smooth
hard between my
aged fingers.
Revered not, that rock,
for it's bland pose
but rather as a hint
in my once hardened
head that a
true dream girl's
love has brightened
my vision painting now
every season's pallet.
Find a dream one too
who'll imbue in you
to glimpse awakening
beauty found
love in stones.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Corner hidden
in the bin downstairs
that museums my
memento-ed souvenirs
is a black and white
treasured strip,
15 year woman dawned
captured
stills from an arcade
booth
too many
years removed.
Whimsy sought
dug frustrated "where?"
epiphany alas
triumphant exhale
freeing and
holding again
your filmed teen
face in fingered tips
reminiscing how
I breathed you then.
Sweet lips
invitingly posed
four visions of a
beautiful youth
pageantly shared,
I momentarily
danced
reincarnating
that fleeting
summer's day.
Musings molt
whispered her
perfectly prime now
intimately sure
lips sweet
15 matured 51
desired conclusively
each I love
each I loved. . .
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
One kiss, two
all the more to feel the fall
pulled passion in
the taste
of her mouth, teeth, lips, spit, tongue.
one, two, more
I ran my tongue into her as she did me
with the frantic need
to ingest a part of each other
my tongue searched in her flavor and I
swallowed and wanted more
What was it now, nine kisses?
and I already could not get enough
of her into me.
She ****** my tongue
my mouth with her's and
let me feed from her
the taste of her
inside me, swallowing
easy to savor, that taste ALL unique
all hers and needing more
all of me joining ranks
forming that more-perfect
union of want.
Nine kisses with her and
I readied to taste her blood
run away cold
grow old
marry
**** breed, honor, punish
love, hold, bathe, force, give.
Obsession is a
powerful word
a disease of the brain
but nine kisses
her kisses, sexed kisses and kissing
and I had no disease
of anyone's analysis
my body moving along on auto
my mind rational but falling
needing to push to pull to feel
to be absorbed all by her
the drive to the
act of procreation,
recreation, loving, *******
normal desire, frantic need
to push in,
open up
mix.
Obsession?
Or rather chemical emulsions,
******
response
to the right
nine kisses.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
Just a week ago tomorrow
we stole those precious minutes
in that loft-room
jailed hideaway.
Months of fevered anticipation
preparation, perspiration
cunning and crimes
to get me back inside you.
Doors locked stories straight
what-if bases covered
to have few mystic memories
you were solely mine.
Escape from our tribes
momentary melting us
perfect pose perfect pause
until you slip away.
I covet the first through fifth
the post euphoric float
but the sixth day weakens
spinning down into dirt.
The empty settles back
the separation cements 'till
imprisoned ache's extrication
brings my love again.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC