Green envious words set on fire
Ambitious absurd crazy with desire
Salty teal tears that cut like shears
Licorice fears blackened by years
Improvised strength in indigo words
Grossly exaggerated like flight of bird
How high it soars without your jealousy
Till you shoot it down committing felony
Instead of being wind of encouragement
Needing a win you embrace then lament
Gorging selfish spirit lacking red repents
His eyes are like a lighthouse
I’m like a helpless black moth
Angst in red heart loudly shouts
To be found for I am so lost
He walks softly like a saint
I feel he is a holy, man I’m damned
I desire him like blue rain
On brown cactus I am like spam
I can never look him in his eyes
It seems he can view my heart
And disciples all my licorice lies
Tearing my cranial castle apart
Why is he so angelic and wise
Why do I feel so desperately not
It’s those dreamy lighthouse eyes
That seem to baptize my heart
I want to be like a spirit free
Of hazel hypocrisy like helium
Blowing up egos and
Puffing up chests
I want to be more but I am not
Born in sin of faulty men
And women who love them
Until they don’t
Then the scales fall from their eyes
Wails build walls tall and emphasized
Love is a crime of passion
Cranberry flavored and rationed
To the green eyed monsters of envy
Seeking what they think is romanticism
Reeling after a taste of pickled realism
For to cherish truly is to sacrifice
Thinking acting in the interest of
Lover despite all the cherry challenges
Keeping vows weathering clouds
With a lavender lyric hidden in heart
I watch the amazing feat of such beauty
And respect realizing I may never really
Destroy the thorns around my red heart
That I’ve decorated and celebrated as
Amethyst art
I am cowardly set in my own ways
A phantom of licorice streets old days
Freely loving old roses pressed pages
For they speak to a heart of safe places
Memories sweet as marmalade
Licorice language lead the way
Onyx thoughts that go astray
Neon smells from melodic memories
Emerald tales of what was meant to be
Lavender hankie folded so neat
Inside a pocket it smells so sweet
Never could use it for anything
Except for fond memories it brings
Soft lips that sip kisses and cling
Suddenly looking back is to dream
Olive eyes
Drink your smile
Cranberry cries
Of deep denial
Candy kiss
Of licorice
Can’t resist
I’m ticklish
Cocoa soul
Hot and deep
Hands we hold
Sweaty sweet
Like tootsie rolls
Are my feet
Licking toes
Make me weak
Yeast roll buns
Soft and brown
Fingers of fun
Let hair down
Braids escape
Like a wave
Rubbing face
Touch your fade
There’s a lake
You inspire
A private place
You set a fire
Heart that beats
As yours repeats
Romantically
Ready to eat
Liquid kisses from licorice lips
Onyx lover with thick heavy hips
Vivid love language lavender whiffs
Ebony clouds of hair at finger tips
You taste as if twilight were—
lavender swirling like smoke from the earth
licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull
a sweetness both dark and divine.
Your skin sparkles with starlight
electric and soft as moth wings.
We sip the pink sky
lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers
time unspools between our hands
while the past drinks from our open palms.
The air crackles with floating florets
each breath a promise, unspoken but heard.
If love were a color it'd be you—
violet and velvet
honey and slow-mountain dew
the universe holds its breath;
galaxies halt their ancient waltz
as they struggle to name us.
And if forever had a flavor
it would stain my tongue—
sweet, dark, endless—
a love so vast
even creation forgets what came before it.
We are the first poem ever written
and the last song left unsung
our love the verse that never fades—
Just like lavender licorice and lemonade lakes.
Happy pumpkins
Apple dumplings
Licorice sticks
Lollipops to lick
Owls hooting
Witches looting
Emerald city dreams
Every Halloween
Needling together fun things
Licorice lullaby sweet and clear
A death song in emerald ear
My last breath leaves you here
Death angel isn’t tangled with fear
For it is my destined time
Nothing to fear well past my prime
I look towards the horizon ahead
Hope to be remembered like the dead
Out of body into eternity
The colors the feels of ecstasy
It will be the most beautiful peace
Flowing souls like jewels of silver sea
I know my death will come
I’m open to it unlike some
Not that I don’t want to live
But I know death can be positive
The end of pain and beginning of
Journeys your soul flows like dove
The continuation of your trip you see
To evolve resolve and meet destiny
You have eyes that fly me to the moon
Silver sonnets slip from licorice lips
Making maroon heart do somersault
Flips my DNA to create a new soul
In my womb as you swoon
I feel the formation of life
It feels like butterflies climbing
From cocoon wing a blueberry bloom
As the umbilical cord grows
I can feel this new soul
Clinging to my navel for life
Inside me a sea of red
For baby to be fed
And my tears and fuchsia fears
Melting ambitions creating nutrition
For birthing body is on auto pilot
Despite being an emotional wreck
I am blessed Mother Nature is
Devinely inspired to do her best work
So I can relax and enjoy the birth
With your licorice lips kiss me fast
Send me over the mandarin moon
Give my rear a playful smack
Like red rose let us romantically bloom
Be my shadow match my dips
In peach pool of love guided by hips
Drink me like wine take sensual sips
With hearts entwined tighten green grip
My skin is warm wet and soft
Like a fire your touches excite
My hair is long and in it get lost
You’ll never forget the smell of delight
Delicious food is your erotic groove
I feel fed like a babe by mother's milk
It’s wonderful to be loved by you
Loving you back I always will
Once upon a licorice stick, I pondered
While dancing on a thistle protruding
After my paycheck I duly squandered
So poor was me wound up concluding
‘Tis not very wise to waste my nickels
Like a drunken, unmindful profligate
On silly baubles, sodas, and popsicles,
I’m not a rich Far Eastern potentate.
When lastly, I could afford only licorice
Living impoverished with nary a thing
My attitude becoming rather bitterish
My entire legacy being a piece of string!
Written August 4, 2022
Black licorice stick tastes very good.
Each day for three weeks ate all she could.
How dumb could she be?
Very dumb was she —
with its toxicity like wormwood.
4/29/2021
(Senryus about crushes)
I'd never say to
a guy "Oh, and by the way,
have a crush on you."
I'd never stalk my
crush on the Internet - that's
what our friends are for.
Never let a guy
treat you like licorice - you're
a red gummy bear.
In New York and so many places,
Chocolate shops abound,
Where milk and dark and white, with nuts
Or not, can all be found.
Yet here in Sweden, there's a store,
If you want something sweet,
Which carries only licorice,
A Nordic candy treat.
Varieties are plentiful,
Including those with salt,
Which you may want to spit right out;
If so, it's not your fault.
For licorice, the jet black kind,
You either love or hate.
I love it but when made with salt,
I simply can't relate.
Yet other combinations,
Like with chocolate or fruit,
Taste delicious and they come in
Different styles and shapes, to boot.
Today, my last in Sweden,
I stocked up to take back home,
So I'm leaving with sweet mem'ries
And the topic for a poem!
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