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X marks the spot to the treasure I seek on your treasure map; x is where I shall find the answers to all of the questions I have asked
And then there are x’s in place of my eyes, just like a cartoon drawing portraying my eyes as being shut, but truly mine are in a lust filled guise not appearing open wide
Was I just a part of your story an experimentation like a sickness you needed to cure, or was I an extracurricular activity that you used when you were unsure
You know an activity of the sexual deviant kind, where your body coalesces with unbridled passion in time with mine
Where everything is exceptional, a true masterpiece, nothing as perfect as the moment in time between where our two bodies meet
In that place where our bodies are almost touching and speaking to one another extralinguistically, where nothing else exists just the spark of our chemistry
And my love you are amazingly dexterous, the way that you can barely touch me, and I then cease to exist
Your love is a toxin, and my blood is the host, acquiescing to the pleasure/pain as though I’m almost comatose
Trying not to choke on the euphoria gyrating within my soul, and as it expands it is making me feel wanton and not whole
Making me question am I an exhibitionist, or am I only pretending to be because it’s you that I crave to be with
You that I ache to explore the depths of darkness with, and if I can’t have this with you then I simply don’t want it
Ex that is what you are to me, and although our love was exquisite it was our lust that was exuberant, in which it engulfed me.
Midst deafening echo of skepticism’s mocking shout
I find sanctuary in God’s truth, serenely vanquishing doubt.
Anchored upon Scriptures, propping faith-ventures
My soul rests in the Shepherd Who nurtures me in His pastures.
Cognizant of human nature’s frailties I can’t hide
The Saviour brings me to His redemption side where I can abide.
When fatigued by luring sensual pleasure and worldly blight
Spirit of mine seeks succor in the Almighty’s heavenly delight.
Confessing guilt after succumbing to lust’s leisure of carnal reign
Heart is offered forgiveness sealed with blest serenity gain.
In my arrogance-propelled pursuits of selfish engagements
The Lord redirects me to His service of eternal investments.
Grateful with worshipful praise, my sanctuary* is in Christ’s presence
Where triumph of eternal life shines through His glorious iridescence.
*Psalm 150:1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power.
August 20, 2020
3rd place, "Sanctuary" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/22/2020.
You move me in ways
and you are not even here,
not present in my space,
but in the periphery of my room,
my room of hopes and dreams,
my roomy room of expectations.
Compelled I turn my head,
ever so slowly, ever so slightly and,
acknowledge you, the essence of you
with a sensual sweet smile...
your aura, your energy, electrifying.
I sense you sensing me,
a mutual sensual mystery, and,
in your own roomy space there,
moved by carnal desire... our yearning,
hungry lips part expelling heat, warmth,
simultaneously knowing a midnight rendezvous of
the heart soul and body occurred in our rooms, apart.
A chilly, wet, spring day when the icy mud melts just enough to soak your socks before you've even gotten to the car,
And all you can think about is getting to the cafe.
There's coffee there.
Everyone goes to the cafe on slushy mornings,
When the sun shines but wind frosts the eyebrows.
Today, it's so bad I wait outside the coffee shop,
Imagining the various flavors of warmth
Rivers and tributaries of delicious comfort
That steam my nostrils as customers hustle back to their cars,
Roasted beans tempt even winter's grip, daring her not to thaw.
Ah, to gaze through that glass, where each order is taken,
Where a few modest coins give so much joy...
And then, I pass through the doors as the line lurches forward.
Chatter and laughter create summer inside
Like fireworks between flirts and a carnival of cacophony
Humanity's warmth, deeper than the coffee in which it takes root.
Soon, I too have my name in the queue,
And my dream of warmth unnumbs my icy toes.
As my name is called, I carefully caress my beloved drink betwixt my palms,
Ceremoniously seasoning it with cocoa comforts and frothy cream.
I guard this small joy,
Bravely setting foot forth,
My joy apt, and sublime.
All too briefly enjoyed.
How fleeting I remember
When struck by the tragedy of ice
That stole my coffee,
Frosted my feet,
And dunked me frigid into a muddy puddle just deep enough to breach my collar.
How I grieved as life-giving brown sparkled briefly against dawn's daylight
Freed of it's paper-cup prison
Splashing hot pain across my face even as winter soaked my back.
I remembered the cafe's smells, and laughter, and blissful exuberance
That too briefly I enjoyed
Too focused on temptation's fate, a burned tongue, and warmed belly,
And I grieved her loss as she sprinkled amongst the snow and earth,
No longer mine,
And gone forever, save for a few drops' aroma
That yet wafted my empty cup.
UGLINESS OF A SHRIVELED ROSE
To youth this dried up flower represents ugliness,
but that seasoned rose is a prime memory.
It had its regality of soft petals,
his pure sensual pleasure - whole face breathed the bouquet -
the amorous scent, felt the allure, the softness of breast and cheek.
This dried up flower looks fragile
but it has withstood the test of time.
Each pucker and wrinkle is a memorial,
a story that would pluck you bald.
To the lover, this old wild rose, so wise,
can still make you smile and weep,
make you laugh in your sleep,
stroke your back in comfort
and in sexual retreat.
The ugliness unfolds the unforgettable prose.
Youth is but a toe in the oceanic shore.
But young tart, I have dived in full throttle,
felt the languid waters envelope me.
Life lived to the fullest is beauty!
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
What we have together is complicated.
It very well may be toxic.
But I am glad it happened.
I ask if you love me.
The physical representation of thirst.
You curve my appetite in so many ways.
I am full in knowing that you complete me.
Such a sensual smell.
My mouth burnt by the hot.
My taste buds go insane each time you are near.
Watering at the mouth.
I've eaten too much but know you fulfill my every need.
I often picture a life together with you.
Seasonal aroma, stirred and mixed.
Following your lead.
We grow older.
At times you upset my stomach.
I regret the decision of going to find you.
But this is the same reason I am drawn towards you.
Licking the corners on my mouth.
You fill what hunger I have and I love it.
Because I love you.
We may have our spats but that's anyone that confuses misunderstanding.
I am sincere in the way I am reminded.
Yet selfish in the way I am spoiled.
I love you because you always commit with purpose.
One spoon at a time.
To wake up and have you here with me.
I wouldn't trade anything for it.
To wake up and have you beside me,
To wake up and ask is that Shrimp Fried Rice on your breath
Rumoured to conduce a mine shaft abandoned
Reserve behind rural residential too steep to traverse
Sacred scope gazes at Gold Coast Grand Canyon
Struggle's reward - rugged mountain slope reimburse
Pull surges me along across rubble, rollerskate
Pursuit is overcome as corpse, nestle needs in casket
Ravine ripples rise in ellipse repeat reciprocate
Feathery ferns fed by felled black stump escarpment
Each easy attempt equates to triumph
Cognitive storage organise strong carpentry
Problems tandem with answers turn up
Every earnest try results in Taj Mahal mastery
Sovereign track conquest, ocean span colossal
Steeple reaches quiet, my climbing mind inseminates
Forest folds me into sheltered shaft, stone fossil
Grey gum coliseum deposits amber sap permanence
Sixth of May
Sacred Place
I think back on the women,
I've graced with my presence,
Some thankful, some spiteful,
For the short or long sentence,
They did all provide me,
With an honest intrusion,
At times complimentary,
With a twist of confusion,
They covered the spectrum,
From need to desire,
Whether mental ignition,
Or pure physical fire,
The look or the glare,
The symmetrical tush,
The banter or lingo,
The instinctual push,
The appetite for sex,
Or lack thereof too,
Usually led me,
To know what to do,
Some captured my id,
And played it so well,
To cause both of my heads,
To stand up and swell,
Some tried to tame me,
With nothing to gain,
Which usually led to,
The end of their reign,
A few pandered, at times,
To my every request,
But too much of one thing,
Is pleasant, at best,
Some braved to challenge,
My self at the core,
Then failed to provide,
The goods at the door,
Some I enjoyed,
For the thrill or the fun,
But life really starts,
Once the laughing is done,
The flavors of quality,
Distinctions of trait,
What drew me towards them,
While I told others to wait,
Each are an insight,
To the road I have traveled,
And to parts, yet unseen,
Which are soon to unravel,
So while my fate,
Is soon to be written,
I'll ponder all those,
Who have nibbled or bitten.
(5/6/97)
In the soft glow of twilight's embrace,?Two souls intertwine, lost in time and space.?With a whisper of warmth, like the evening breeze,?Your hazel eyes dance, igniting the trees.
A spectrum of stories, both tender and bold,?In depths of your gaze, countless secrets unfold.?Emerald and amber, with flecks of pure gold,?In the light of your eyes, my heart turns to hold.
The world fades away; it’s just you and me,?In this moment of magic, we’re wild and free.?The pulse of attraction, electric and bright,?Draws me closer to you in the soft, fading light.
Sensual intimacy, where silence speaks loud,?Wrapped in the warmth of an invisible shroud.?Each breath feels electric, each touch a sweet thrill,?In this sacred connection, time stands still.
Beauty defined not just by the skin,?But the laughter, the whispers, the warmth deep within.?With every soft look, every soft sigh,?We craft a love story that will never die.
So let’s linger a moment, let’s savor the night,?Underneath the stars, where our dreams take flight.?With your hazel eyes shining, a mesmerizing hue,?In this dance of affection, I'm lost in you.
Autumn winds duende with flair.
The leaves falling from trees aflame,
twisting and twirling across the aire,
gliding on the cool, frosty first rain.
The leaves falling from trees aflame
rouge the baile floor as a mosaic
gliding on the cool, frosty first rain
with alegrías rhythms wild and archaic
Rouge the baile floor as a mosaic
the winds swaying their sensual hips
with alegrías rhythms wild and archaic
as gusts burst forth with Flamenco clips.
The winds swaying their sensual hips,
twisting and twirling across the aire
as gusts burst forth with Flamenco clips
Autumn winds duende with flair.