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I S A A C Jul 26
shame leaving me a widow in the window
singing the haunting notes of doom
writing in blood with feather plumes
shame convinced me about you
the prince carries broken promises
i thought i could stitch, ditch the rust
the jagged edges continued to cut
fiction, your diction, death by a thousand cuts
in and out of honeymoons, in and out of therapy rooms
beating me down mentally never enough for you
obtrusive, abusive, obtaining the useless
to use it, to ruin, dispensing the fruitless
beat me down, screaming out, enough is enough
call back your hounds
this is not love
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2022
Another green world
reels them in


they yearn
to be hydro-electric

cascading over
emerald and stone

floating along
with the water hyacinth

where they evaporate
but do not falter

in the naked spring
of continuously November

jumping off
a bridge above ecosystem

a new frontier
under their nose

as souvenir:
pioneers to the fall

and yet all they really
need to remember is

this is where they
first made love

Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
The homesick frost
in your voice

A reminder to those
days of ice

Lavender sun
against crisp cloudless skies

Skating about the pond
until the numbing end of daylight

Then always inside
to find residing warmth

Catching your unclothed

beside the fire

Sitting indelicately
roasting marshmallows

Waiting so


For familiar kisses
to dwell upon you
FrannyFoo May 2020
Let's die slowly
In each other's company
In each other's arms
In the space between each glance
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
I remember when I first saw you
in such a state,
shifting with the direction of light,
viola shaped,
the boudoir door slightly ajar.

Rings exchanged,
veil removed,
the bells had chimed for us,
and then for
ships in safe harbor.

The pitter patter of
surf cascading in
from an open window,
otherwise hushed,
turnt and *****,
dimples showing
whether you smiled or not.

Turnabout was fair play
--azure hues in moonlit pastel
caressing the folds and ties
around midnight’s chemise
--the lure of velveteen
and vast soft canvas of pearl
--areolae circles and quaint triangles
in the thick of things,
gift-wrapped in elegant fur.

Belle-chose, under
the waxing, waning crescent
of dainty omphalos, yawning in chiaroscuro,
red-faced and piqued,
quite shy coming out of the shadows.

The batting of lashes,
the lingering scent of bouquet
--like the seduction of flute song,
I followed and followed
until thoroughly lost within you.
Tangerine May 2020
𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈
𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊
𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
solfang Mar 2020
they call it the honeymoon stage
as it's supposed to taste sweet
but why does mine taste like
a different kind of bitter?
choices were made, but were those the right kind?
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Your core,
this folding door,
guarded by the sentry
of your knees,
the iron vice
of your thighs,
allow me, please,
this much:
one kiss,
one stroke,
one persuasion,
that you might
this night, my darling,
find it in your heart to
open to me.
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