"mirassou" poems
Almost naked except
A dangling Marlboro cigarette
Expertly stroking his lover
Fingers caress a slender body
Methodically engulfing aroma
The sweet smell of ***
Swollen lips surround
Waves of rapture quiver
Eyelashes and eyeballs flutter
Sinking into oblivion
Head bobbing like a pendulum
Savoring lingering lust
Inhaling smoke languidly
******* every undying toxin
Heather Mirassou
Jan 17, 2010
Jan 17, 2010 at 8:19 PM UTC
How
dare mutest thee
heaven’s sanctity.
Now them hast
deep spirits
quickening breath.
A vision childless
breaking virtues
angel’s slumber in death.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers
I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf
I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night
I am alive with you
Like the laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness
Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you,
comfortable with you I love you
Heather Mirassou
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 8:51 AM UTC
So **** before the shadows
Like silk against the light
Passion unbreakable
Gummed above the grave
Be watchful
There are ghosts under the mist
Shining awake
Saying goodbye
A phone ringing somewhere
For how long
Forget to go home
Wondering why
The vision has died
Repent
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
The indelible Ink flows from the pen
Gives life, hope and peace within
Or opens wounds and old scars
to tear down the spirit, behind the bars.
The Ink flows on to meet the eye
Fills the thirst to live or die.
It finds a path beyond emotion
Directs the heart, spirit, devotion.
The Ink can flow to encourage
or ravage the page to discourage
The ink brings tears of joy tomorrow
Or tears of grief and great sorrow
The ink will rise where it flows
Or it will fall where no one knows.
The heart of the Ink is yours and mine
When it touches the paper, it is divine
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 7:30 AM UTC
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Hold my hand steady
And sing to me a song
My face filled with tears
All my family is gone
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Under the grapevine canopy
You taught me to be strong
The hundred year-old oak tree
Dances until dawn
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Heather Mirassou 2014
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
Your voice
A golden spoon
Laden with honey
Dripping languidly
Your tone
A wounded sparrow
Searching for safety
In a bed of soft feathers
Your words
Paint vivid images
With indelible ink
With shades of blue
Your feelings
Naked, pure and free
Pull heart-strings
Effortlessly
Heather Mirassou
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Embroidered ivory mountains
flowing tipped waterfalls
and melodious violet fields.
A thousand madrigals
and fragrant Myrtle groves.
The rivers and streams
sing sweet rapture
symphonies.
As the celestial hidden skies
hover Venus charms
and quivering goddess sighs.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
I tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.
They whisper across the floor.
Omitting noise that might entice a temper.
I find a hide-a-way in a hole.
My heart, soul and pen are
controlling the inner-chaos
with a key that empowers me.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
In the wee hours
I am wakeful
When clouds are nesting
And the wind is thrusting
Carnival wildflowers glow
Twinkling in painted fields
a moon overflowed
And the rain begins to rouse
I rise in a dream
where my spirits soar
I faintly kiss the stream
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Blue secret garden
Faded milk and honey glitter
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
The aqueous moonlight
floats from heaven
Sober hues and a tender wind
crisscross the sky
A hazel mist melts the faint dew
below the sleeping willow tree
The murmuring water lillies
awaken the egantine
While my white eyes are lulled
under a topaz canopy
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Wonder amorously
Blood brimming
Wilderness vessel
Every droplet wet
Chaste with soul
Hips become fierce
Thighs become fiery
Thrusting,pumping and springing
Chasms burst
Your glorious spring cascades
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling
A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering
Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
I see naked droplets
of subtle honey bee.
Love released beyond
our summer lending trees.
Beyond a breeze
glow-worm light shines bright.
Love wheel delight
For the stars are giddy tonight.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
The forest is dark
by night it’s been swallowed
all things mysterious
all sounds hallowed.
Nature’s nocturnal
all life’s gathered here
although all movements are ghostly
there is nothing to fear out here.
Dark mythical arms
hide the moon
dawn will be arriving
But never too soon.
Crickets shrill
and interrupt the night air
owls cry and make harmony
the nature is so romantic in the air.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
August thickened under the bleached sun
Ravens swimming in tilting trees
While lust ripens in fruit rain
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Young bliss
a fragrant kiss.
Lips slumber
eyes agaze.
Arms aflame
damp passion.
Enmeshed in desire
Bloomed within.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
i'm not sure when it started but i think
it began about eight years ago and since then
i've had quite the struggle dealing with it.
maybe it was the divorce,
the break up, the abuse,
being abandoned by my mother
and friends
or maybe i just snapped inside
and all the liquid began to ooze over
filling up all of the negative space
inside my brain.
sticky black tar growing thorny
flowers full of doubt.
been having those bad days lately;
either i binge and crave attention,
or i spend all day sleeping not even bothering
to feed myself.
reading or lying on the floor in a
pool of my own self-loathing or
drinking excessively and crying.
sure i want help, i want to get better,
i'm aware of my own disease even though
i tell myself that it's all right and i'm not that bad
because i'm not like that person and i'm not
making any attempts on my life right now
even though i spend a lot of my time thinking
about it.
sure i want to get better, but i think life
would be more terrifying without this
disability, this burden, constantly weighing
itself down on my shoulders.
who would i be if my heart was fine?
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
I am silver
I have no preconceptions
Unchanged by love or dislike
No cruelty only truth
She turns to the moon
That reflect her faithfully
Now I am like a lake
A mirror of revelation
It is her face that replaced the darkness
She has said goodbye to the young girl
In me I see an old woman
Rise
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC