Short Suckles Poems
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lazing beneath
a swaying buddlelia blue
a long tongued moth in my view
suckles its nectar brew-
nearby others hover impromptu
Night flowers abloom
And joy without new perfume
Hills lit with houses
No light in the room
His breathing guides where she feels
She snuggles to him
Wait until the fall
The fawn suckles at the breast
Making milk in spring
This stag brown in leaves
Will invisible exist
Till feelings touch him
The parched, cracked earth receives the rain
into a billion hungry mouths;
she suckles at the sky’s wet breast
swaddled in cloud-gray gauzy blouse.
Sweet budding grasses nod and sway;
infant creatures babble and croon,
as Mother Nature tucks all in
‘neath nightlight-blue lullaby moon.
Copyright, July 19, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Fluent in passions tongue
suckles like loved lost found
six drips hit tongue fast
heart races eyes look past
She's here again bare torn and happy
She smiles when my lips past gently
Warming hearts beats of joy
feeling impulse turn slowly toy
slide into my mind
pull back slow
find out why
You let me
own
Your heart
flutters
home alone
I stand here watching you
in this city of cages,
imbibing of the scents and sounds
unknown to me.
I see myself reflected in you.
Your walk, similar to mine.
The way you hold your infant
as she suckles.
In your eyes I see... a soul?
As I stare at their brown pools,
it's as if we can almost communicate.
Your face tells its' tale,
our paths were once one.
Paved roads hinder
were dust settles
Somewhere on that old road,
Wild ferns grew and still do
Many a days wanting to walk these
roads,
talk to someone
Hands touch as I reach yesteryears
dreams,
looking to the sky
ah, but God provides such bounty,
lone I walk once more
The honey suckles, fragrant;
one drop of nectar
Just a drop of sweetness for the
town folk
She agreed I knew the position smelt,
Assured we grappled at each others pelt
I got the iced cup to crack and melt
And she enlivened hardness I felt.
On top she fans her awakened lust
Down under I mouth the dripping thrust
Grounded to roll and infuriate the crust
Gurgles and suckles become a must.
We break the barriers to flood and tame;
Realigned numbers play the matching game.
Their forms have leaked into my mind;
women who have become
interchangeable body parts
in a chemical reaction I have with myself.
A female once undressed with a smile
seeps through closed lids,
another woman, once passed on a street
lived for years as a reoccurring fantasy;
she suckles an incubus,
born from a proliferant lust.
It returns to me now;
speaks as an imago and apprehension.
"Don’t worry father,
my crippled condition
can't be seen
behind your open eyes".
I confide my self in a room
Large windows opening to a garden
Smell of honey suckles mixed with lavender and sweet basil
Venus fountain drips as birth sings winds dancing in leaves
The only wish I made a sound of my music to be a picture perfect
I confide myself in a happy loneliness nevertheless
Speak to every creature as my friend as we’d first met
Still feel incomplete till moon is full as seen in window
Move to a another room with larger window overlooking many gardens