#pantoum
Let me forever remember the glow of your sun-washed creamy skin,
Let me see our wrinkles as poems we told,
Let me inhale deeply the scent of wet earth rising within,
Let me hear your sighs in the wind—feral, uncontrolled.
Let me see our wrinkles as poems we told,
Let us swim in the moonlit pool where your waterfall sleeps,
Let me hear your sighs in the wind—feral, uncontrolled.
Let us drink our wild honey—slowly, amber-sweet.
Let us swim in the moonlit pool where your waterfall sleeps,
Let love open us completely beneath our mother stars,
Let us drink our wild honey—slowly, amber-sweet,
Let love lead our fingers, a blindfolded dancer, tracing silk scarves.
Let love open us completely beneath our mother stars,
Let time unhook the painful passion within,
Let love lead our fingers, a blindfolded dancer, tracing silk scarves,
Let me forever remember the glow of your sun-washed creamy skin.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
Sharp bullets
Whizzing past my face
A verbal attack
Piercing my careful armor
Whizzing past my face
Cracking my mask
Piercing my careful armor
Crumbling my defenses
Cracking my mask
Shattering my glass image
Crumbling my defenses
Leaving me vulnerable
Shattering my glass image
Shards littering the ground
Leaving me vulnerable
My eyes speak volumes
Shards littering the ground
One step and you’ll get cut
My eyes speak volumes
Yet the shots keep firing
Whizzing past my face
A verbal attack
Piercing my careful armor
Sharp bullets
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
By: The Drifter From Heaven
I yearned to find my happy heart, to write a poem with delight,
Like a lost child longing for warmth and care, a soul in flight;
My happy heart when are you coming back to keep me still,
If not this summer, maybe during the winter chill.
Like a lost child longing for warmth and care, a soul in flight,
A spirit wandering through the frost, against my own will;
If not this summer, maybe during the winter chill,
Oh! my happy heart save me from my sorrowful plight.
A spirit wandering through the frost, against my own will,
Searching for my happy heart in winters blinding white;
Oh! my happy heart save me from my sorrowful plight,
And heal my broken soul and give me back my creative thrill.
Searching for my happy heart in winters blinding white,
I long for your joyful embrace, my soul's refill;
And heal my broken soul and give me back my creative thrill,
I yearned to find my happy heart, to write a poem with delight.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 5:36 AM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
My bones are breaking, to the floor I cling,
The world that I know crumbles into dust.
My life is fading—in darkness it sings,
A life of failure, a heart full of rust.
The world that I know crumbles into dust,
The pain is too deep, it swallows my soul;
A life of failure, a heart full of rust,
Despair erodes my reason, lost my control.
The pain is too deep, it swallows my soul,
I'm choking in sorrow with no repair;
Despair erodes my reason, lost my control,
And in the darkness my blinded mind stare.
I'm choking in sorrow with no repair,
The world that love built, destroyed by the same;
And in the darkness my blinded mind stare,
And in that void I see what I became.
The world that love built, destroyed by the same,
My life is fading—in darkness it sings;
And in that void I see what I became,
My bones are breaking, to the floor I cling.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
It’s hard to say for sure. It’s been so long.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve been here before.
The paint is peeling and the color’s wrong,
And there were flowers growing by the door.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve been here before.
What matters is that I was there with you,
And there were flowers growing by the door,
And I could do the things you couldn’t do.
What matters is that I was there with you.
It’s hard to be alone when you are old.
And I could do the things you couldn’t do,
And you had stories itching to be told.
It’s hard to be alone when you are old.
The house is big and empty, now as then,
And you had stories itching to be told:
“I’ll tell you something. I remember when…”
The house is big and empty, now as then.
The paint is peeling and the color’s wrong.
I’ll tell you something—I remember when—
It’s hard to say for sure. It’s been so long.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
A temptress predawn warmth conned the earth to bloom.
Our robes recall last week’s snowflakes, balled on the grass.
Did we know better? Scared little fawns, we left the room.
Forgetting the neighbor’s blank eyes behind black glass.
Our robes recall last week’s snowflakes, balled on the grass.
My lips unhook your shimmering frost at dawn.
Forgetting the neighbor’s blank eyes behind black glass.
The crest of your hips pressed a desperate shape into our lawn.
My lips unhook your shimmering frost at dawn.
Their hedge leans close, a green shade worn thin.
The crest of your hips pressed a desperate shape into our lawn.
You shyly offer your softness to the sleepy morning eyes.
Their hedge leans close, a green shade worn thin.
A temptress predawn warmth conned the earth to bloom.
You shyly offer your softness to the sleepy morning eyes.
Did we know better? Scared little fawns, we left the room.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC
—a duet of skin and strings, composed in the shadows
The wind through the pines sings of a love I have not yet learned.
I am the valley the wind slowly opens, where harmonies softly call.
Your shy listening enters my valley—once inside me, no return.
Each note finds the moist places where I hide songs none will recall.
I am the valley the wind slowly opens, where harmonies softly call.
Your breath weaves through my pines, fingers learning my wooden flute.
Each note finds the moist places where I hide songs none will recall.
My valley becomes a dark cello where you practice your etude.
Your breath weaves through my pines, fingers learning my wooden flute.
My ******* answer—I vibrate to a song that has no words.
My valley becomes a dark cello where you practice your etude.
Until the hush between our notes crescendos off the world’s spinning record.
My ******* answer—I vibrate to a song that has no words.
Your shy listening enters my valley—once inside me, no return.
Until the hush between our notes crescendos off the world’s spinning record.
The wind through the pines sings of a love I have not yet learned.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
—our bodies drift drawn by the moon
I surrender all to the tide where skin forgets its shore.
Her song becomes droplets, dancing through the air.
The moon’s white silk falls as darkness spills forth.
The tide sighs in slow ecstasy—we are bare.
Her song becomes droplets, dancing through the air.
A kiss in our shadow welcomes sea stars.
The tide sighs in slow ecstasy—we are bare.
Sea anemones sway with our hair, never far.
A kiss in our shadow welcomes sea stars.
Sister moon commands our tide: we follow.
Sea anemones sway with our hair, never far.
Slowly, cold light drains what was warm and yellow.
Sister moon commands our tide—follow.
I waken to distant echoes—waves gone before.
Slowly, cold light drains what was warm and yellow.
I surrender all to the tide where skin forgets its shore.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 6:06 PM UTC
— A tactile whisper of the animal truth we choose to wear
You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise
Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air
An animal truth now spoken—primal, where my silken, tangled shadow lies
Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare
Gentle but rhythmic rasp of palm on stems whispers in our morning air
Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please
Each stroke feeds a swelling rain cloud—droplets—we must prepare
You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee
Your rasp swirls in ozone, daisies, goldenrod—my blooms unfurl—please
The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide
You chase droplets, my pollen, with each caress, you’re my relentless honey bee
Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied
The rasp of your fingers, the maestro of my meadow, it’s lost once spirit guide
Slow heart beat of rain upon my meadow follows your touch, drops carry sweetness of wild blossoms
Still your wonder my meadow, exploring, brushing, damp— a kiss—unsatisfied
Our rasping sound of meadow exploring meadow—thistle whispers thistle where the animal truth lies
You wonder aimlessly, discovering my wild meadow—you command wildflowers, arise
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
—A quiet surrender of my skin, seen only by the one who knows how to look
A white rose blooms—inside a petal, a kiss goodbye, falling.
Yet you pause, where light forgot how to caress white.
You remember what blooms must open—naked, tumbling.
Pale surrender holds fast, tender edges turn dim, your breath held tight.
Yet you pause, where light forgot how to caress white.
Impressionist warmth lingers in strokes, not day, not bare.
Pale surrender holds fast, tender edges turn dim, your breath held tight.
My softness awaits, a falling petal, lovingly rare.
Impressionist warmth lingers in strokes, not day, not bare.
Opening for you, a petal forgets to fall—keeping my wet skin’s promise.
My softness awaits, a falling petal, lovingly rare.
You bear witness to my softness—your eyes, your blush, my accompanist.
Opening for you, a petal forgets to fall—keeping my wet skin’s promise.
Your eyes kiss where my lover the sun once left me wanting.
You bear witness to my softness—your eyes, your blush, my accompanist.
A white rose blooms—inside a petal, a kiss goodbye, falling.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
This morning, I saw the birds.
Pink skies and sweaty sheets taught me love can be sweet and sour.
The steady heartbeat of the sun breaking between train cars lets me know that I should try harder.
Falling slowly was never the plan, but it was you who taught me to clip my wings in wait.
Early mornings and sweaty sheets taught me love can be sweet and sour.
Patience is a virtue, but never my own.
Hurt, I gave myself to you over, and I’d give it many times over again.
I chose to give fully.
Patience is a virtue, but never one of my own.
In no time at all, I gave it all away.
While I chose to give fully
I can’t stand myself when my love is inside me.
In no time at all, I gave it all away.
I feel compelled to kiss the hand that feeds me when it feels like it.
Now I can’t stand myself when my love is inside me.
you’ve clipped my wings.
I feel compelled to kiss you when you feel like it.
For you, I’d do everything if time allowed.
Your favorite animal.
No time—you could become my stranger, but for now you’re just here with me.
For you, I’d do anything if time allowed.
This morning, I saw the birds, heard your skin brush against mine.
No time—you should be a stranger, but you’re here.
Even so, the sun’s slow heartbeat flashing between train cars lets me know that I can try again.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
—A pantoum where our lust ripens in the spring sun
A shy lover drops her towel—our naked bodies open to spring sun’s tease.
I gaze on a lush pearl of sweat fleeing the peaceful valley under her breast.
My tongue traces its journey, headwaters of my quest, this silky-soft valley it flees.
Her lips sip my salt—a rare vintage—poured from my tiny moon’s firm crest.
I gaze on a lush pearl of sweat fleeing the peaceful valley under her breast.
I breaststroke down her salty, wet body toward a shoreline of dew-licked, glimmering trees.
Her lips sip my salt—a rare vintage—poured from my tiny moon’s firm crest.
Our throats, salt-parched, sun-licked empty seashells from a lost sea.
I breaststroke down her salty, wet body toward a shoreline of dew-licked, glimmering trees.
Our tongues drink deep—slowly—our oases never run dry, our lust’s final loving conquest.
Our throats, salt-parched, sun-licked empty seashells from a lost sea.
Our tongues discover our salted spring’s nectar, our chorus of taste, our potpourris.
Our tongues drink deep—slowly—our oases never run dry, our lust’s final loving conquest.
We pressed our flowers—eyes open wide—mouths, tongues, a flavor tempest.
Our tongues discover our salted spring’s nectar, our chorus of taste, our potpourris.
Together, our petals bloom, our sweet scent of our love carried by a warm spring breeze.
We pressed our flowers—eyes open wide—mouths, tongues, a flavor tempest.
Monday office—my body glows by the sun's burn, I so hate silk’s squeeze.
Together, our petals bloom, our sweet scent of our love carried by a warm spring breeze.
Sun’s pain warms my overflowing oasis, dreams of her taste, her drink, her gentle caress.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
—dawn along Lake Michigan, a pantoum
Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.
Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.
I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.
By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.
By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.
Spray turns silk dress to glass, my dark, perfect, dolls’-eyes, proud.
Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.
Let strangers stare—your wind-song cries for just me—loud.
Spray turns silk dress to glass, my dark dolls’-eyes proud.
Come closer—lake wind slowly unbuttons, pauses at my hips.
Let strangers stare—your wind-song cries for just me—loud.
My body dreams of your scent, your caress, you part my lips.
My body dreams of your scent, your caress, you part my lips.
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
Come closer—lake wind slowly unbuttons, pauses at my hips.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body, I display.
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
The lake whispers—Joy, your taste, forever lives on my tongue.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body, I display.
Night pulls the sky over us; without you, adrift, what will I become?
I bloom to your wind’s touch, my nectar drips with the spray.
I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.
I didn’t care who saw—only for your wind, my body I display.
Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
It slithers over the floorboards
These delightfully sickening shades of red
A gnarled hulk shifts and stumbles
Eyes immune to the glint of a torch light
These delightfully sickening shades of red
Shaking hands, blinding silence
Eyes immune to the glint of a torch light
Shame is left unspoken
Shaking hands, blinding silence
A gnarled hulk shifts and stumbles
Shame is left unspoken
It slithers over the floorboards
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat.
I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.
A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete
She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.
I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.
She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.
She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.
The forest awakes—her fingers explore within.
She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.
On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust.
The forest awakes—her fingers explore within.
I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk.
On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust.
The crowd drank in my form—a hushed gasp, then her ******
I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk.
I'm caged for all time by her thirst—for love, or just lust?
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,
The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.
I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—
Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.
The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.
Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.
Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.
Her ******* moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.
Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.
Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.
Her ******* moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.
My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.
Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.
On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.
My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.
Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.
On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.
Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.
I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—
Reflections, mirror dark—hips pressed, lips locked, forever dream’s starlit twilight.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths,
Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.
A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed,
Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.
Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.
Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.
Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.
Million eyes, ****** stars discover honey drops—our dew.
Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.
We wade, as dawn drips milk between thighs—our cool secret stream.
Million eyes, ****** stars discover honey drops—our dew.
Warm rain, our embrace, drips—carved in stone, floats, a dream.
We wade, as dawn drips milk between thighs—our cool secret stream.
******* glow with sweat, leaves cling as acorns—past loves a dying star.
Warm rain, our embrace, drips—carved in stone, floats, a dream.
Each moan, a vision, an old love’s scent, each kiss—our final shore.
******* glow with sweat, leaves cling as acorns—past loves a dying star.
Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths.
Each moan, a vision, an old love’s scent, each kiss—our final shore.
A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
I see him dancing
Like hell's flames
Oh, those candy lips
Never leave
Like hell's flames
The devil of love
Never leave
I couldn't bear it
The devil of love
If I ever lost those lips
I couldn't bear it
Hold me in your pyre
I see him dancing
Hair of smoke
Oh, those candy lips
Come to me
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 8:08 AM UTC
Her laugh, rain-soaked, cups creamy heated skin.
Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.
Cold kissed our thighs—short cotton skirts, oh so thin—
Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.
Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.
Our bath—hot, cold breasts-to-back, a drip, within my embrace.
Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.
Gentle waves of my hand, her blond silk sighs search our secret place.
Our bath—hot, cold breasts-to-back, a drip, within my embrace.
Her hands cup my world—her breath a hush, lost between my thighs.
Gentle waves of my hand, her blond silk sighs search our secret place.
I softly hold her pulse—a tremble—a longing to bloom, where silence lies.
Her hands cup my world—her breath a hush, lost between my thighs.
Blond—auburn silk sighs, find a glowing dawn, as one.
I softly hold her pulse—a tremble—a longing to bloom, where silence lies.
Winter’s wet and cold forgotten, our new love, begun.
Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.
Tight in our arms, wet spent bodies adrift in silence, no past loves, no sound.
Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.
Our bath still holds our shape, strawberry silk sighs, cosmic bound.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,
A damp note, I taste the waking skin.
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
I circle close, inhale where love has been.
A damp note, I taste the waking skin,
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.
I circle close, inhale where love has been,
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin.
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin,
I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet.
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,
Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met.
She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.
She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.
Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
I touch—visions of her caress—her sighs fall as stars.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.
Alone, I bloom—my arch of ecstasy, lonely as love’s scars.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
I hide in words — tucking under their shade;
Dressing letters up with sequins and baubles.
Now showering in limelit obfuscation.
Makes it seem as if I am really there:
Dressing letters up with sequins and baubles
Blinding myself in the flashing of their colours;
Makes it seem as if I am really there
Amidst flowered touchless abstraction.
I blind myself in the flashing of their colours.
Submerged in repetition, my thumb drowns
Amidst flowered touchless abstraction,
Swirling in whirlpool ******* me underneath:
Submerged in repetition, my thumb drowns
Now showering in limelit obfuscation,
Swirling in whirlpool ******* me underneath.
I hide in words — tucking under their shade.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
If you gave me the chance,
I would do laundry with you
For the rest of our lives.
Doesn't that sound nice?
I would do laundry with you
I’d wash the dishes too.
Doesn't that sound nice,
Peacefully, beside each other
I’d wash the dishes too
After all the meals we’ll cook
Peacefully beside each other
And talk about our life.
After all the meals we’ll cook
We’d curl up close watching tv
And talk about our life.
Those are my favorite nights,
We’d curl up close watching tv
Warm and safe and quiet
Those are my favorite nights,
And this could be our life.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
When doing math I feel despair,
I can not find the correct proof.
And my mind flies round in the air,
I go nuts and go through the roof.
What is the next step ,is it true ?
I can not find the correct proof.
Is it correct ? Great ! Wrong I’m *******
I go nuts and go through the roof.
And lost steps are like a black hole,
I can not find the correct proof.
Time to put proof in toilet bowl ?
I go nuts and go through the roof.
My mind a puzzle with lost bits,
I can not find the correct proof.
I feel like a dried leaf -no wits,
I go nuts and go through the roof.
I can not find the correct proof
And my mind flies round in the air
I go nuts and go through the roof
When doing math I feel despair
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC