Poetry: Gravely Poetic

Wednesday, January 5, 2005

Spilled Coffee on White Linen

Bitter taste, dull the buds of my tongue, swirled restless. Your little spoon, poised on smiling lips, ever so watching. Worlds outside, passing armor, a traffic jam. Windows gleam, early morning sun, sparkle wet on table tops. My hands etched inky black print, smearing want ads. You and me, at the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2005

The Glancing Affair

Radiantly she strolled gaining eyes and glory as graceful fingertips grazed the silver handle of the waiting limousine the man inside glorious like Adonis lounging upon a greenback throne he had pursued her throughout the night and she was about to surrender her wares for his wiles all in fun and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 2, 2005

Flowers

You left a bouquet of flowers on my pillow last night and long after you were gone with memories of you they lingered. A carnation for the day we met an impatiens for our first kiss a morning glory for the morning after we worked so hard on making babies and a jack-in-the-pulpit for when you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 30, 2004

A Woman's Timeline

She is a little girl Wide eyed and pink cheeked Donning mother’s dresses For her pretend wedding In heels too big So she steps with caution She is a young woman Standing in the mirror Rubbing a gentle hand Over her tiny belly Now swelling with child So she steps with caution She is a woman standing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Shroud of the Relic

Thrice I have tempted fate To throw the spear Of her misfortune into My black heart Beating only because You have spilled your blood And I feed like an Aswang My belly full and round Lush with child of creation Thwarting Him Master of sorrows Eclectic wordsmith His testimony, holy water My skin... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 27, 2004

Charades

He is foiled by the muse who captures sleep and drags out the night with her dragon claws scraping the underbelly of his fragility without the armor he often wears because she has buried herself deep within his conch shell her poison spilling freely into his pink core, bedding his dreams as though... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Myth

I’m seared, dirtied By hands, mouths Devouring Ingesting me from Root to stem The burn of Yearning, a flame Your obsession Mesmerizing So I’m a moth Dancing along Your fabric hem The light Thrusting deeply Into shadows The sigh Melancholy Stirring like Graveyard ghost With gossip And whispers Of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

The Silent Hue

All the world fell to stage The rhythmic beating of hearts Fluttering in anticipation The lights hung, like starlets In billowing gypsy attire Skirts fluttering, directing The dance, animalistic Cacophony of moans Erupting like tidal waves Crashing onto words Repeated and played Like scripture,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Once More

The urge to welcome you Makes me open like a flower A radiant rose, wanting to flourish Spread my petals wide and let you Drink from my sweet nectar Your humming, an erotic tune Dancing in my ear, tantalizing Moans lost in flesh, the hush Of breath escaping throats Pores glistening with morning dew... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Speaking in The Streets

Skin, like a necklace of pearls Wrapped soft and yielding beneath The foundation of stone, man His carnal hunger, prey between teeth Biting the hand that holds him Over the flame, searing the glossy sheen Of perspiration, dripping down the arch Of his nudity, his raw need rising As they collide like... Sign in to see full entry.

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