Waiting for her wolf
pen me a memory
of a gypsy wolf
dark golden fur
streaking across forest
thick of bird cries
piercing marsh-waisted oak trees
set her pulse
beating madly as red moon climbs
& rides the sky
hard, there's no holding back
hunger in eyes nor claws
aching for hard flesh & raw blood
spill on white pages
her ravishment of night, musky & salty
split her thighs
into hundred aching valleys, thrilling
to chase & mayhem,
storm of release & splendor of
rending boundaries apart
they are hers alone to mark & own
or lose
to the one true love who always set her free
frame by frame
capture this moment, poignant as last kiss
she is my kindred spirit
caught in glass cage, wintered by
fa d i n g
m e m o r i e s
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ I fear losing this voice, my other persona ~ Thanks for indulging me & wishing you happy weekend ~
Tonight, red wears me
a language I have forgotten
Wild mustard, scent of summer rain
Taste of plump mango, beat of salsa dance
My mask sighs
I love being a woman who adores lusty words
But does my color matter
when you see right through me
Underneath lace & lipstick
The moon is our twin sister
Keeping our secrets until ink drips
from our fingers, where words war
with bees in seducing flowers for a kiss
Don't mind me at dessert & wine corner
Sipping slowly each passionate voice
from sonnets, haiku to free style street verses
Here's my card
Let's kick up a storm
Because when poets gather
words on the floor stir, awakening
between knot & blossom
between cusp & flight
I begin a collection
of apple seeds for long winters ahead
Tonight, I celebrate with you
words as art
a language I have forgotten
From: the lady in red
the night bursts
a tinderbox on my hands -
what was closed, dilated
&
leaned forward
defying lines & customary ex-
change of words
rain seeps
a dark splinter in my bones -
what was keyed up, flayed
&
struck, firebolt
dripping down my thighs, turning everything
fresh wound
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Word List from M (grapeling): fresh, burst, defy, chain, struck, forward, exchange, customary, prefer, close
& Poets United - Keys
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
Swaying,
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 -
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~
Picture credit here:
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
twining
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:
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x x x x x d
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x x x x x x x a
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Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Play It Again
& Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
Picture credit: here
