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“Concentration is the
very essence of poetry.”
—Amy Lowell
deadly deception
femme fatale flourished—
dynasties downfall!
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© Joseph, October 19, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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I love everything Jamaican in
you,,,frm islands of adventure,
to the seductive appetite of my
desires,,, served frm your
plattered eyes stare, to the
fresh water breeze, to the
sandy beaches, of your playful
touch....
Coast~to~Coast,,, all around
the world, in rise of the horizon
sun, down to the untamed
moon, bonds this Ring~of~Fire,
NEVER TO PART, day or night, i
am that #1 girl...
As the deep blue ocean,sails
deeper symphony in tune, my
hearts radiant vibe, to yours
where you and I, have made a
lifetime commitment into
unconditional love,,, for GOD
and each other, to the
Gideon,,, pure and faithful.....
I LOVE YOU THEN, I LOVE YOU
NOW, I LOVE YOU INFINITY, I
LOVE YOU ALWAYS, BECUZ I
FOREVER LOVE EVERYTHING
JAMAICAN IN YOU, NEAR OR
AFAR, I KNW WILL SOON BE
OURS TO REIN....
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June 26th, 2013
The praises of goddesses Juno and Venus have been confirmed
from the traffic causing attraction of your shape
such countenance which can make night overlap the day;
updating the perception of beauty for it to turn inside out
is a true reflection of my unthinkable fortune.
The smooth self seductive line which is in between those fleshy monuments
and the spread of its huge fences to widen its width
wirelessly command hormonal rush to get me executed
through the slaughter of its erotic blasts.
A freak is created, anytime its surrounding squeezable mountains
are well camped by my needy hands and lips.
Such a line, so hypnotizing and domineering
is a channel of sexual irrigation with two lovely inlets,
an upper small protective and a lower large inviting.
I give prreference to the invitation
which has an incredibly wet reception
because that is where my intimacy with you is constantly refined
taking our physical contact to a supernatural satisfaction.
Oh, a shadow of the being in the tattered drapes of day,
You play upon the stage of the world with a smile borrowed from another vision.
You are a dancer in the whirl of human bustle and retreat,
A delicate weave of feelings, of desires edged between being and not belonging.
In you, the silk of longing for solitude intertwines with the veil of noise,
In an eternal struggle, a duet between the seductive dance of solitude and the chorus of embraces.
A soul, wandering amid the parched love, begging for morsels of serenity,
And the gem-like desire to drift above, unblemished by the warmth that also brings resignation.
Ah, the sad magic of the heart, guided by a will that bows and denies itself!
The calling of worlds, like a silk ladder to the heavens, balancing on the fine wire of mortals' aspirations.
To want with the fervor of the midday sun, to covet with the greed of the dark night,
And yet, spectacularly difficult, to leave behind these desires, like leaves falling gently in autumn's coolness.
Oh, the paradox of being, what a portrait in contrasts you row!
You are both soldier and poet in the same flesh, people of clay with hearts of stars.
You long for everything, within a boundless universe of enclosure,
And in the same stern moment, you feel your hands ache from so much nothing they encompass.
You are twinned in this cosmic dance, a tango with life and its shadows,
Nostalgia and exuberance, delicate whispers and cries of steam in the night.
A magical melancholy that whispers tales of yore,
Where we, the mortals, seek to catch the rainbow without getting wet from its rain.
On this battlefield named existence, the masks fall,
Revealing the harsh truth – we are both masters and slaves in our empire of thought and flesh,
Cosmically imagined maps on skies of feeling and song, the eternal work along the thread of longing.
You're a wanderer among the stars, hastily bound to the earth but with a soul unabatedly in love with the boundless.
Between the blue sprawl of day
And the expired light of night,
A seductive winding-down
by a sky no longer drawn tight.
Clouds wisp across a molten orb
Like fingers over an amber eye,
Steal sapphire from the sea,
Leave a long spill of golden dye.
The beach sips lapping water
Lacquered in gray and white,
Shows a slick of sand glowing,
paved with dusk’s lamplight.
Sun-shrilled colors muted
by the moon’s proximity,
Voices join a murmuring tide,
Floating snippets of clarity.
At water’s edge, two people
Gazing out, front-lit, backs black,
Moving to a spacious rhythm
hidden in the waning sun’s slack.
Scattered notes drift unhurried
from a guitar strummed unseen.
Or is it music only I hear?
Ah, yes, so it would seem.
In debonair, burnt-orange, fur cloak
You trot your preened tail in front of the men folk
Nose pointed skyward prowling for a free dinner after dark
Your prickly ears snare every sensual bark
Squinty eyes reflect the sleekest of movements
With soft, silky prance; you parade your flossy accoutrements
Until spotting a virile, unsuspecting suitor
Your animalistic hunger will your wary maven tame and tutor
Forthwith, wrapping your seductive paws around every seamless border
Your fawning tongue feasts on every truant part in short order
Then dragging the drained prey back to your temporal den
Smacking your satiated lips you howl and grin
A blossom in springtime is what you are
A cool drink of water from a dry land afar
Sir Winter you've passed, good now be gone
It's high time you left and got moving on
The only thing that's anything good about you
Is you make for cold days and big snowstorms too
Where I can get cozy with the woman I love
Seductive nights in, all distractions void of
Our language is passion, of gifts shared galore
Experience dictates what next is in store
Slow, take it slow, a good fire starts
From embers igniting desirous hearts
Each for the other, pleasures unseen
Ardent in purpose, a harvest to glean
Then holding, caressing, 'til temperatures fall
Another log on the fire, this snowstorm's not small
How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair
a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips
where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush—
rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds
libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone
medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater
my fingers a captivated trellis
jealous and zealous carefree and careless
find their way to getting lost in your midnight curls
S curves wind from devil depths to bind
aroused fingers— coiled accomplices hold me captive
as I’m pulled in with potion-puncture fangs
piercing my heart deep piercing my soul sweet
eyes of winter blue skies belie your stealth
l i p s heat-seek as you place your face to mine
tongue flicks for a taste ah flirts with lust-basted taste
yes y e s s s press your whispering mouth on mine
my mouth blooms like a dusk-loving moonflower
throat white against night my breath your honeysuckle
unholy hunger unleashed a famished desperation
my desperation so full of babydoll flame and ash
your jaw unhinges to swallow whole my fire and ire
oh bend me like a willow in the tongue-tie of your kiss
break me take me make me buy the bliss in your hiss
feed me fantasies I need to cede lace without chains
as hush-winged-talons scythe bloodstreams of dreams
bleed me in the weed greed of your sidewinding river
‘til you shed my love the way a constrictor sheds skin
I crave to tame you claim you
make you my burlesque feather boa—
your lightning I’d capture
and wear your glamour with rapture
instead of being your convenience pet kept
Myth !
Lilith :
Who was she ?
On wisdom tree
coiled to combine
womanly serpentine !
as portrayed by artist's brush
enchanting man to spell and crush
Adam's first wife? Wife of Lucifer ?
Chaos or ungodliness to prefer ?
Lilith ! An interesting persona
in mythological arena.
Mesmerising alluring me,
seeming all along dreamy.
Rustic dramatic style :
Seductive profile !
Passion to fight :
Charm of night.
Myth flows,
glows.
Many months we have waited
Our time has finally come
No more do we hide our feelings
This evening is when they succumb
As I await overlooking the bay
We are graced by a moonlit night
The ambiance abounds
As I turn my eyes in delight
She stands there in front of me
Captured by the beam of the moon
Her jewellery glistens brightly
I desire to hold her soon
Slowly in seductive dance
Dressed in silky black
Blending with her ebony locks
Ones beauty shows no lack
I'm lured by her hazel eyes
Magnetic craving stare
Gently she reveals her shoulder
Peachy womanly bare
Gravity swings a silver tassel
Gracefully caressing her left breast
Her torso beckons my eyes now
I'm manly full of zest
Heavenly charms now face me
As she holds out her hand
And places it against her bosom
Our eyes in understand
Her tongue tastes the air
Asping scarlet lips
My hands slide down her body
Grasping shapely hips
I pull her gently into me
We touch, we kiss, we sigh
In the light of the moon
Down on our bed we lie
Our hands in deliberate wander
Caressing, touching delight
Undulating as we join
A loving moment so right
Into our tomorrows we love
Blending our humanly shapes
Exchanging sensuous dominance
Sharing each other we drape
We awake in the morning
Graced by a different light
Celestial angels shine down on us
A loving night our delight
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