"sweetnesses" poems
Through me on the bed
Kiss me wherever
They hell you want
Even though it’s
The holy month
Make me feel like I am in
Paradise with kisses
,your in pure touch
And tounge
Please me
And will be putty in your hands
As you love me please
Making me make
Me moan and beg
As loudly
As kiss me in places
I never knew
Existed
As I do the same for you
Sweetnesses
I am your subby
Loving pierced goddess
Kiss me gently and tenderly
But yet passionately
I wonder your taste
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
Swimming in the syrup calm of now
When life flipped I found myself gulping down the sweetnesses around me
Now I’m left sprawled naked and sugar hyper on the floor of my mind
Staring at the dark above
Wondering how I missed that the glow I had been basking in had been mine all along
A slow fire flickering back in my heart
I’ll warm the crystal sweetness and have my amber lake again
Next time I’ll remember the trick
Life tilts
Don’t panic and drown in it
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Acid notes have just begun;
When the mellowness is gone,
Acrid memories linger on.
Embrace the rush into unknowns,
Treasure pleasure's fleeting tones,
Know sorrows come when they are gone.
Pile up the dulcet memories;
In summer load your treasuries;
Lay up the sweetnesses of life
To feast upon in coming strife.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
there are places words cannot go
deep ravines of bitterness
broken hearts
caverns buried beneath human souls
there are souls places words make amends
true feelings sweetnesses
cloved hooves
batteries of soul most worthy
of gallant meanings
the most over stated comparisons
soul lifting paradoxes
grand statements
it is between that is so barely
ever stated waking up
again . washing dishes
chore like memes
and daily activities,
the world spins round
either way
it just spins slower,
sometimes
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 12:56 AM UTC
days dance down on strings i so often mean to
tug at, yet end up leaving, to dangle loose in
the semblance of breeze we pass between. caught
yr eyes like an ocean. made an idea, but don't got
the follow-through. it's easy to stay still; is it so bad?
is it so bad? here, i find way less dreams, but less don't
destroy me a thing. so i'll just keep on & breathe, & cut out in
the long haul. i can't keep this up. such a waste, in so
many colour schemes. pretendin' i ain't losin' sleep. i fell deeply. i fall
always. and if it's you, well, it's you; and i don't pretend anymore like
i know the world for certain, or even that the world can be certain. i don't
have a clue & thus love all of the intolerable patterns in their in-
evitablity: what makes you, me n' everything else. so, don't give up. don't
give up, just keep going & i will go, too. and if you move along i
promise not to get so ****** up about it, & if we don't move i'll
shoulder my half of the blame & love you even more. not like
i wouldn't anyway, not like i'd say it anyway.
- the city just shrinks, and where i've slept -
shoot, i'm not
losing anything. thought i'd lost it all, but there is no loss!
there is only what you hold, but it is all grains of sand & they
do all slip, eventually, otherwise the ground would just be rock.
silt & loam, the world is now rich and fragrant with my lost
friends, it needs 'em more'n i do, i'm happy, i'm exploding
with light in this evening. i can smell the toxins leaking.
i'm sorry i've been so **** down, but it's only 'cause i keep
missing you so much. so much. so very much, but it only
hurts happy & my sweetnesses grow by the second & i hope
you feel the warmth every morning, the light i blot up
to save the sky from this endless night we sometimes can only see.
if only you open your eyes and shift to smile in the glow.
here i will be, in flesh & bone, crossing electrons over your lips.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
His voice is a smooth velvety depth
Full and rich deepness like rushing blood
It calls to mind summer sweetnesses
Like ice cream, the kind you only find on a boardwalk by the tumbling waves
Like basking in soft sunlight on skin,
Cool water in your best friend’s pool
If only there couldn’t be too much of a thing,
If only depths could be infinite in safety
Because I know I wouldn’t be the first to drown
I wouldn’t be the first to fall for sunshine and get burned,
Not the second to feel home in rich depth and forget who I was before,
Not the third person to say I could tread water up to my neck and find I couldn’t.
1-15-18
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
a thought like a flower upon my heart
and drew around it other thoughts like bees,
for multitude and thirst of sweetnesses,
whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
of the Greek whistler, who to warf and mart
could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
that I might hive with me such thoughts and please
my soul so, always. Foolish counterpart
of a weak man’s vain wishes! While I spoke
the thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough.
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain ( cried reason as she woke )
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting!
— J.C
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC