Josh Cooper

Josh Cooper Aug 2018

I believe Angels are women;
Forever kissing the red to rose petals scattered on bedsheets in faint light rooms.
I believe Angels are Albinos
Holy yellow hair sparkling in the moonligh
Angels have deep kissing pink lips, I know.
I know Angels give whiskey the brown sparkle.
One sip to it and you can't fight the love back.
Tonight, I want to be commanded by an Angel.

Josh Cooper Jul 2018

French Manifesto

I want to speak and talk all darkness long,
Til you see my secrets and phobias.
And kiss 'its okays' to my imperfections.
"Venir jeudi soir", she said.
Ma dulcinèe...
I want to synchronize my guitar to your hearts-beats and taste the music.
'Venir jeudi soir', she said
'It means, come Thursday night'

Josh Cooper Jul 2018

Friday Night Poems

The asking of you to see beyond the brown in my eyes.
The search for the blindness in deep kisses.
The indellible servitude to touch you...
And for moans to taste like music.
Scratches to the skin to feel like tasty climaxes.
****** contortions and clenched fists and inter-locked limbs comforting in sweat.
This is what Friday night poems are about
Cigars on ice.

Josh Cooper Jul 2018

Mnemophobia

Our memories hold hands and dance happily in the footsteps you and I left on this road.

Now that your "nobody but me" has melted and become "somebody that's not me"...

Sweetheart...
I wish I could show you;
How a broken violin lying on a silent road I have become...

For I have lost command of night rhythms that could sway your heart.

And now...
Baby,
I switch roads on my way back home.

Josh Cooper Jul 2018

Hurt

One day I too shall be like you;
Able to live without me.
That one day...
You too shall be like me;
Unable to live without you.
None of us had to fall, and yet, still...
I did...fall.
And I'm a mess, for now.
But I do wait, baby...
For that one day.

Josh Cooper Jul 2018

How to kiss a Poetess

I found poems of your curves sway in my soul-
So I loved you eternally.
Some hid beneath my fingertip prints-
So I tattooed them down your skin in caresses.
I stayed wide awake when the memory of you painted poems of sweet insomnia in my weary eyes.
So I sweetly sang with a mellow voice simply coz your smile shaped poetical lyrics to my rhythm.
And now -
I feel one last poem of your immortal beauty sleep beneath my lips-
- kiss is away.

Josh Cooper Jul 2018

Torn

What happens when you see blood stains on one of my pages?
...of heart that I broke that still curses my dreams.
The feeling is gone-
I tore the page away.
Can't you see I sold my soul to vanity?
Angels burnt the pages I had scripted the **** part of me.
Stop reading my eyes-
My iris are torn pages of unmemdable separation.