Saturday 28 June 2014

a tango dance

it's the guitar strings that tricks
my eyes into believing i'm afloat on dance floor
fluffy skirt held by thumbs
one foot paused, as if on mid-air flight
chin up, ears perking to drum sounds

until a strain of notes limber
like glass blowing into a bubble in one exhalation
your lips
curved, rolling back, slice of sun-dappled wave 

You lift me, as if we are crossing over the threshold
The edge, 
I don't keep watch over your shoulders
As you set me loose, in a twirl, in a loop
To catch me again
The long moan of dance snaps,
dilates, wraps a fire
seething like first day of summer
All the words are not enough in the flare & tumult

But for your eyes, stormy in the after shade
And I am breathing hard
Pulse stirring, my appetite
leaps like an arrow
threshes in the crest & down your back-

And we are dancing again as if the night will never end -

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Sunday 22 June 2014

Summer sky

is a halved peach,
swelling of sugar, red  
on your tongue, rain 

We keep watch of summer fireflies
Flitting of orange red
Dazzling of lights, a symphony
Cloaking night with silk threads 

       Let's stay

               under the stolen sky


As two seed pods, marking
Time a bandit, for come sunrise
All too soon, we're parting 

The above poem follows Robert Herrick's stanza form:

x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b
x x x x x d
x x x x x e
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x e 

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& Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~

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Thursday 19 June 2014

Eve of summer solstice

I carry the darkness of the moon
Its scar is the long shadow swelling
on my cheeks

I am packed and ready to go
To northeast meadow, my pockets
waiting for summer

I want to know what you believe
for us:  are we reckless like black crows
or growing as taproot

Here, where the seasons move like clock
Red-tipped, guzzling of morning dew  
Brown-fallen, nipped by evening wind

Tell me our story again
How we met, how we watched dawn
tiptoe its feet above sea tides

How you kiss me so slowly
As if time is slow twister, kite-tangled 
As if time is language, lost in your eyes  

Let me not lose my way
Let me not shatter into thousand pieces
           ink, thistle, seeds

before I find
That it's you that makes the longest day
sun-dappled, delicate silk as dragonfly wings

Let me come back whole
Let me remember & touch you once again

My second skin
My wild river

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Thursday 12 June 2014

The strawberry and pepper game

I braid strawberries

on my hair,

vanilla blue shaken, I

preen searching for right

combination of

pivot & percussion 

spices & silence

much like

sugar & tomatoes

hot chili & chocolates

salt & freshly ground coffee

to say my words

pepper-dashed, sultry cream on your tongue.

My head is a pickle of contradictions

Which you don't mind at all

I pucker my lips

bloody ruby, half bowl of moon, 

& wait for you to

read my scrumptious invitation.

One thing I'm not:  brain-

washed lobster fingerlings in your soup-

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Connecting the Unconnectible ~Hosted by Claudia S.

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Thursday 5 June 2014


I cup your face with my hands
like white tulips

in full bloom
But then everything with you 

is a bud
or flaring leaf

when the moon draws its bow 

to amber our skin
with harvest of the season

The sting of joy, lilt of crimson tide
engulfs me

Mingling with a taste of sorrow 
for fleeting moments of spring

Double-edged, the night orbits
into its own mystery-

We can't carve nor grasp it
but in silent reverence 

let it wash over us 
speaking its own words & perhaps

bearing flowers so rare
we melt as if our bodies are on fire- 

How beautiful the moon rises

As I embrace you  
with all tenderness in me 

Whatever words brim on my lips
is inadequate, language fails me

each time
I love you

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Brian Miller
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