#navel
even
the beads of your sweat
warp
from the intense gravity
of those dense but sensuous orbs,
making a gentle detour
like a river,
before flowing into the whorl
of your beautifully chiseled navel
© 2022
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 10:50 AM UTC
Have you been to the City of Eternal Sunshine's
navel academy?
Belly buttons in the sun, sparkling and shimmering:
crescent moons like deep wells dug by
the callus hands of Woodspur's
first settlers.
They belong to desert roses, Coachella girls,
where wearing a bikini is not a sin, but a means of survival.
Clothed in eensy triangles, they've walked
with farm workers, reveled with festivals,
and prized the glory of Pueblo Viejo.
One can now better understand how this place
was nearly called Land of the Little Shells.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Ahead the span of ocean waves
Towards me and man at end of day
Behold her secrets in our gaze
Yet no sound but hers escapes
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Jumping in the blue
water lilies reflection
in the pond up in the sky.
Lo, the punter sun peeps into
the rose dew down on earth.
Floating just on a navel-high!
The broad daylight pictures
the heavenly blue smile
painting on its highwater mark.
Million and one primula flower
kissing this elfin column.
Not up in the wild blue yonder
nor down on the ground.
Just on a navel high!
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
"Stop your navel gazing, get out your notebook, there’s a world exploding out there"
Tom Wolfe
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Since they cut
my long heavy
navel string
they too
cut the feeling
of love.
Attachment
was never present
in the same
jointed way
that I once
felt thoroughly.
Then came
one who too
had a
broken heart
who's navel
was fully hallow.
One who
would use the
navel string
to wrap it
around my neck
till I choked.
I realised
then
that
you made me scared of the word,
love,
because you used it in the wrong way.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
badge
of birth
face
in a hole
begging
kisses
basket of lint
pool of perspiration
dried flower
in soft hair
bath time
bubbles gather
touch of your mother
for life
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC