"moistly" poems
Draped in fresh-knitted pearls
we traipsed
into saccharine peach orchard
The summer heat loped about our dew-kissed ******
****** - appropriated from dawn spent on neatly shorn plantation grass
Ambling into the knotted palatial arbor
we sat each in our own tree crux
behinds nestled upon ashen bark
Juice dripping in our grip
down our cast nets of flesh
sprawled about the branches
inset with gravity-defying liquescent orbs
dusted in translucent mink
painted with smears of
citrine, coral, amber, and ichorous
clinging to brass stem
The rondures secede to mandible
taut between palms pull and polished ivories
- torn-
Fluent in dulcet discourse
We cloak ourselves in provocative juice tatting
Until such time that our congealing garments
were found mapping the bark's topography
A saccharine map to the breath of soil
Bloodstone ants found our map
and had begun traversing - portent
to seize our treasure
We surrendered our jewelled cages
and took flight
to the sun-drunken lake to bathe
and swim
until heavy lids kissed moistly
heavily supped on the draught
sleep - beckoned transience
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
In the midst of everything
I linger and stare
at pallor stranger
passing by
and I gather thoughts
with eager ease;
hungry prey
with moistly lips
Awaiting on some lonely stroll
with woman-hood not far behind
and look upon her nightly walk
her path I follow with gazing stare
Better days, her beauty speaks;
returning from some horrid dream
of young fantasy at home she left
longing to be with shining gleam
in my stranger twinkling eye
Not knowing that our paths will cross
she does not weep for love that was
but dreams lightly of love anew
When I pass with tender step
from staring silent on my stoop
I hunger lust forevermore
and wildly I shall proceed
Succumb to me my little bird
like melody on palisade,
and sing me songs of kingly halls
that echo deep in eternal crag
In darkness feast I shall on her
in waking dream I shall become
until too late the deed is done
in nightmare lover's hands lay still
Oft these thoughts of wanton things
that tend to drive my waxing dreams
waning not this horrid inkling
monstrous thoughts with monstrous wings
Barking mad in empty head
this wretched thing it does not sleep
to leave me be I wish it now
and bother some more lurid soul
and cast down he from highest steed
from peak to deep by cavern cold
chasm wide like open arms
embracing the forgettable
the last of man will lay at rest
his voice will wring among the stars
his body lay beneath the ground
his mind that murmurs in the void
Mortality shall be driven aft
to deeply bowels of hubris Hell
where no man can utter cry
of wanton deed or lustful way
Where the tallest man
to walk the Earth
is the tallest man
to stand beneath it
All the while his heavenly thirst
is nothing short of bliss
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
Another dinner tainted
by moistly cooing feta
and cracking of crutons
in his mouth.
A wrinkle plunges
his forehead into lines
mimicking the knives
meticulously hidden above door frames.
He picks the scab
caught in his leg hair
and it dangles-trapped
as he gets to the screaming tea.
Birds dart out the window
and freeze in the sky
in the picture of Samford Hall
hanging above the white-washed mantle.
Cookie cake icing
reads, “Happy 68 Pops”
and we sing to fogged glasses
as his face quivers.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
Wanderlust
Eerie lights bob and weave through twilight mist
The exotic scents of Cajun spice and sweet *** linger
Quiet
Breathing deep bayou heavy air
Settling moistly into clove filled lungs
Chicory sends all the senses ablaze
The skies are big here
Brilliant constellations loom over scattered thoughts
Impressive and singular in their silent sentinel forms
A slowly ebbing tide recedes
It's 3am. The time when dreams die.
Leaving is a constant urge but I always come back
Head stone cold and porous against my tired spine
I've been walking a while
Never really knowing what the night will bring
Always hoping it's winding road will lead to you
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
Let me flick your bean
Till you grow peas
Of ecstacy.
And I swallow everyone
Moistly.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Shaded canopy,
Shaded canopy of green.
Moistly dripping, umbrella
of living, quivering,
sun sipping leaves.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
She sits by the window sill
waul by the wall
singing him back home
because she has no thumbs
to open a can of tuna.
Evolution has been remiss
to her kind in this regard
but flea is well aware
this lack is compensated
by fluffiness, dainty white paws,
and eyes that glistens
ever so moistly
(looking at morsels mostly)
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC
Neck totally lips hot continuously over
and
over
aNd
o'er
ere
the splash
,great and yellowly gargantuan,
coming invulnerably the earth o'er
(I kindle mightily snoring lungs with
tightly wrapped binding skin burs
ting simmering glaciers topped
moistly with me,) under you
when i have been
i liked my body more
with muscles snaking
impatiently
pleasing
the body of you
lady Night
;you lake of bumping fire
hideously i'm a plunging
into thee
, thy into
thighs totally
smacke
d with mine
o
ver
me
W
h e n
U
have been
i li(c)ked
your body more
precociously than
A
n
y
Dulcet electric buzz
your crown of moans
lungs from erratically sprouted
gilding splendidly
Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
one time there was a last night
of stars moistly spilt by sabled
cheeks of eve there was a starling
immediately two maybe yes 2
starlings perhaps there were
raucous cruel and winged starlings
that stood briefly against the sky
trees and a small path twained
them there was clovers and a whole
field of them looked so nice in
that last night they looked peaceful
and i almost laid right down in them
and slept
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 1:41 AM UTC
Carted off to who-hears paths
doubly deep of our weathers.
Keeping armfuls of guts from
spilling, ***** worms uncoiling
for their native soils.
Saying loudly our slippery peaces...
to break with surface light.
To trade ravings hinged on absence,
moistly noodling context in place.
Freakishly conducive to metabolizing
the essence of otherness.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
AUTUMN
,
shes got a pretty little
hair lip(fast over that
sad mouth)between
her eyes&chin; shes
got pretty bundles
of loose fat(and they're
her lips)she moistly
smacks around every
hem of whizzing
jackets skirting
hitherwither
with 'er wither
heavy teeth(shes
has green bits and
yellow bits, respectively,
thronging between
those thrusting ivory
cleats)she normally
wears and wears
death(so does everyone)
when she comes calling
('tween october and december)
but she's just twiddling
(less like dead )
more like starting dead she's
pretty like that
(all rot and musk)
she's gorgeous
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 7:45 AM UTC
moistly smile sidles
keenly, coldly glumly fist
quailing, jabbering
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
Oh, That my heart could t h r u m
out a morse. code.
to my mind
so my eyes could
tear moistly, or WriNkle at the e d g e of humour
my ears resonating with
peals of lau g h t e r
or
reeling sil e n c e s
so my hand could reach
and pick the l o w h a n g i n g
fruit
from my brainstem
mouth to sample
the f l a v o u r/
and toss the bottled message
a l o n g the vein to my thrumming
.heart
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
The clouds curl behind shadow birds
Fleeing just in time to miss the summer rain
Leaving me to see to the softened earth
Leaving me to see all the greys
Dull earth shades of brown
Colors lose themselves
The ground is less disturbed than me
I want the rain
I beg for pneumonia
Just an excuse to quit it all
And end this long week
To never speak again
So I let the coat get soaked
I let the button up shirt
Stick moistly to my body
I let the pants wrinkle up all wet
I let everyone leave
As the rain washes
What is left of me
I just sit still as stone
On the grey monument
Till the water in my eyes
Is just tears from the sky
Till all the paper in my pocket disintegrates
Till the ground starts to swallow me
Like it swallowed her
Never fully digesting
Just weighing me down
From this side of death
Till it all stops
And trudges back
Slipping and backing into my skin
Feeling other emotions again
Heading home I start to sneeze
Smiling inside I beg please
Let this sneeze be the death of me
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
When you walk
do your peach halves
smooth together moistly?
You are a beautiful girl
but you don't walk too well,
tripping over men
time and time and time again,
and when you stumbled over me
and when you came agin
again
Was it not just
the joy of a peach
returned to sun?
And I will hold you in
this fractured heart
until the stars,
tired of light,
fizzle and scatter
ash to time and space
eternal
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
I might be sincerely sick of this DeliciousLife when hovers like clouds golden Fingers pray-like lovers barely breath-kissing. Allow hungry hands eye-thirsty
To touch
please: Your countrysided Curves
Dew meadow puddle eyes
Bountiful ***** bouquet
On this moistly most wondrous DAZE
Two dove(er)s
Two lovers
Embraced in do-or-die
And time eats itself into
A fat belly of jollies.
:: 06-03-18 ::
EPRobles © 2018
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
Amber leaves twirling, showering, freefalling tumultuously,
Lingering in air as whimsical nostalgia
Beckons harmoniously the viewer’s senses
Eyes moistly twinkling, peering upon the honey and rose colored spectacle
Nose sniffing past the cool November air to smokestacks
Puffing thick white plumes of aromatic oak and hickory into the onward skies above
Ears alert to the crisp wind whipping through pines and ruffling piles of leaves leaving a wake of multicolored paper Mache tornadoes
Mouth inhaling the dry air stinging the tongue as a penny with
lips curled, smiling in awe of the season and all its glory
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC