fear trickles slow descent of black and red dewdrops, pale sheen reflects diminishing energy under duvet of gathering night rusting slowly, i recall fleeting moments like taste of curry powder in choco- late mousse, arching of limbs in deep pleasure, sated lips under the sweet rain- waiting is short - before i could soak earthly flavors - the first frost falls, its white and delicate hands heavy on my throat - no mental preparation is adequate for the sharp cut of separation, raw-stained pain stinging eyes, water rising and flooding the fragile chest -- bare of seeds and thirsty blooms, now crumbling faster than sands-- it was never a question of if and when, but how in grieving and accepting, i fall with a graceful sweep-- Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics: Preparation is the key ~ Thanks for the visit ~ Sorry if I am slow in going around but I can't seem to see the D'verse Mr Linky :-( picture credit: here
i gaze across autumn lilies speckled orange and delicate wings it is mid-November and sunrise is muted blue lilac my fingertips trace the edges serrated pink and curled palms i hold as we make love - lingering slow - amidst drone of subway train running fast and furious as days turn colder and fades quickly in the brushstrokes of twilight - mulched of seeds and fallen leaves strong is the scent of darkness like grounded coffee beans brewing
i hear your words underfoot shaped green, restless moon tide sweeping changes, never far touching our feet, which keeps returning for another fragrant sip - my stem clings to damp dew skin anchoring our love, muddy warm - in the coming winter nights
when the night falls, i search for you bare cusp, trembling like last leaf on branch my fingers run along the shape your face and torso warm like red purple skies as you hold me
in the evening cold your real colors - smell of earth paints my pale skin golden sun, lips wet as ripe plums the autumn window makes me restless and eager to behold twilight's awakening sweeping the river gorge electric blue, succulent grapes it is majestic as your serene eyes draping mine when the night falls Note: My posts this month will be few as I will be studying and taking my certification exam by the end of the month. I hope to visit you when I can. Thanks for the visit ~
when you kissed me under the darkening shade i forgot how soft and tender the night can be blurred of lines, empty of violent shapes and crisp- orange burns of sun and searing sky-- i imagine us melting away in pit of darkness but its only late afternoon i have to catch my station train and bus, cook dinner and - all the details - the possibility of escape tempts me underground, away from the city crowd i look for the missing key and find it dangling by the doorway but i am a creature of habit and old ways, so when i stammer to say goodbye -- i suddenly remember how hard and brittle cold the floor tiles are on my face --
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics - Through the Artist Lens - I don't know why this picture prompted me of domestic violence ~ Oh well, thanks for the visit ~
-moonless night- not a leaf nor limb swayed in breeze I heard you breathing at the window -stained ink- mug beside empty chair and upturned book At first the goodbye had a lilt to it— maybe just a couple of months— but it was a beheading -sword slow motion- crumbling inching-bit, i wanted quick death
