Of what fascinates
In the feminine
Charmingly sweet, ere can, whose cause
Put a finger on
That serene, upstood
A gentler hand made
Exotica, cracks not o'er time
Puts in a trance one!
Enchanting garden grounds
Jasmine, flora, and avion exotica
Zeal unbounds
Budding blooms loomed
graphic epiphanous mecca
Gifts groomed
Frond blades
Palmed Areca
shades
Enchanting garden grounds
graphic epiphanous mecca
shades
No need for a loud background sound,
my howl will raise you up off the ground.
I can snatch you up with my voice,
you won’t walk away again by choice.
Go spill our interstellar secrets,
share there are absolutely no regrets.
Speak of how my taste is addictive,
dramatize every drop I have to give.
You always say ‘You have Moon skin.
Tell me tales of everywhere you’ve been.’
Fall into my depiction of a far off land,
my words you instinctively understand.
Savor a sip of picante’ exotica.
I’m the backbeat, a cappella erotica.
Interior exploration
with its usual playlist,
all lined up
then some mass is hurled
out of nowhere and smashes
into me, and I see myself
fly off into parts, becoming
little more than traces
of exotica smeared in light
across a dark space,
living but an instant
before annihilation
and nothingness,
remembered only within
the cold walls of an equation
and by whoever was there,
looking on,
measuring my demise.
I could have been part
of something bigger
than me.
I
Love in a time of Corona is best
Expressed between a loyal couple
We have time on our hands, rest
Cannot be overdone, neither should sex (Love-makin')
II
Love in a time of Corona is wisest
In your private premises; stay away from exotic places
Keep it simple, keep it humble (Humble? you ask) -
"There will be time enough for exotica, places and races."
III
Love in a time of Corona will pass, and then
Will you have great memories? A foretaste of retirement?
We are blest when we have a loyal love, Christian even,
And Fate has given us time - for catching up, prayer, enjoyment
IV
Now, if you easily pass the test, of humble home-rest
Will you go beyond borders? Pray for others less blessed?
Even those foes ("the enemy,") for the children's sake?
I, for one, surprised myself, by blessing my teachers, professors ....
Lightning Strikes
Like a violent storm in a glass jar,
your eyes dazzle . . .
in wonderment my cheeks swell
morphing into the color of a pink sunset.
Original Poem: EXOTICA-SOUL
Written on 7/14/2019
Arbitrium Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Today’s Date: 7/17/2019
Song Of Songs 6:5a: Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me.
EXOTICA-SOUL
Like a violent storm in a glass jar,
your eyes dazzle —
in wonderment my cheeks swell
morphing into the color of a pink sunset
and my lashes cover my eyes.
I sigh and my heart beats against
the shores of my jugular, wrists,
behind my diamondiferous ears.
Yet your eyes pierce through the curtain
of my shrouded irises,
and deeper still
studying me,
drawing out the Tyrian purple passion
that you desire to include
in your exotica-soul.
What rapture will we unleash together —
I’m excited but afraid,
yet your strong and gentle palm
embraces the curve of mine
with confidence. . .
I steal a look into my future groom;
I’m doomed to love him —
crimson, like dawn, warms my insides. . .
unabashed, unafraid.
7/14/2019
Crystal Noir by Versace
Truth by Calvin Klein
Eau de Cartier
Armanis Life
Oscar de la Renta Oriental Lace
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Nina Ricci Belle de Minuit
Vera Wang Princess
Dolce & Gabbana The One
Lancôme Hypnôse
Guerlain Insolence
Dior Midnight Poison
Calvin Klein Euphoria
Estée Lauder Beyond Paradise
Cacharel Amor Amor
Anna Sui Romantica Exotica
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Feeling the cool air wash over me,
As though nude on a hidden beach.
Crushed mirrors hammers melted nails
spooky silent snails
Feathers in my teeth
The red in your lips
The curl of your hips
Your tongue on fire
Kites in your eyes
Your heel in boots
Pointed toes walk
Dusting the chalk from the summer sky
Old knife points
New dead Saints
Treated leather sharpened stones
Corkscrews and bones
Your old addresses
Tossed salad and your eyes
all in a bomb
And a comb
Next to you
as we walk
exploding our love
for each other
Dont want to make a scene
When the bomb explodes
it will be
exotica green.
Love flings the mood
Where dance feels good
Mind how you play
Each card today
Be willing then
To prize due scan
Thus hatch your plot
From your sweet spot
Thought in deep feel
Can surely thrill
Come with full wit
To pleasure fit
Treasure taut take
Dance a dream make
Once you know how
Live here and now
Exotic face
Works hidden grace
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2017
Singapore
This is a monument.
It was born from us a town illegitimate; we never married.
A great hall of artifacts, plucked still-gunked from our livers,
Others clean-picked from our birdy bones.
Over there you had loved me, there I spooled my sobs.
Here, the streetcar - windows fogged with our laughs.
We would visit this dead museum,
with crumpled dollars to smash through the box-office slats.
We would laugh at the silly, dead fossils.
Now I am alone, inhabiting it like restless taxidermy.
I call you through each dusty chamber,
Every dull ceramic and jaded mask.
I regress to a baby one hundred miles a moment,
My nightgown heavy and helplessly slumping down my shoulders
And not even your body: dried, tattooed, is on display.
Your insides are not carefully dissected, labelled in a looming case.
Your wings and your pulsing pink eyes lay on no proud board,
Your legs are not zip-tied, toes not tagged and inkily named.
You are not Americana Exotica -
You are more elusive.
You're exploring one thousand Arabias
While I breathe sarcophagus air,
Befriend the flogged and leathered skins.
There is only my lonely feet.
A steep drowning
in traffic of curves-
of legitimate sin.
It was a supergame
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light-
years. Are you still
hosting the life ? In
cracks and crevices of pain ?
Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were
you serious about bount-
eous harvest ? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.
Satish Verma
Depths of imagination,
sometimes dark
The desire inside
Internal trick............
Magick!
Coursing through
Hot and wet...........
You feel it too
Don't slip this net!
Sex tingles
Shiver mingles
Hidden depth
Heart leapt
Fiery heat..........
Tastes so sweet!
Fiery lick............
Magick!
This erotica..........
wrist flick
This exotica..........
Magick!
Wicked ways
Nightly plays
Wicked tricks
Night magicks
Magick verse seven
Wicked me
Wicked you
Coursing through
Magick heaven!
Depths of imagination,
sometimes dark
The desire inside
Internal trick............
Magick!
Coursing through
Hot and wet...........
You feel it too
Don't slip this net!
Sex tingles
Shiver mingles
Hidden depth
Heart leapt
Fiery heat..........
Tastes so sweet!
Fiery lick............
Magick!
This erotica..........
wrist flick
This exotica..........
Magick!
Wicked ways
Nightly plays
Wicked tricks
Night magicks
Magick verse seven
Wicked me
Wicked you
Coursing through
Magick heaven!
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