i …
swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy -
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour -
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
Categories:
stylistics, analogy, passion, sensual,
Form: Free verse
There’s this talented parrot named Jaster
Who imitates his ill-tempered master ~
The master goes ballistic
Over Jaster’s stylistics ~
Jaster echoes him better and faster
Categories:
stylistics, anger, bird, cute,
Form: Limerick
Economy of language
Rhythm and flow
Heightened stylistics
That's poetry, you know
Metaphor, simile
Allusions, imagery...
Personal vendettas ~
Unwelcome asymmetry
Categories:
stylistics, metaphor, poetry, simile,
Form: Rhyme
i swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids ...
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy ...
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy ... smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour ...
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (2) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
stylistics, love, metaphor, passion, sensual,
Form: Free verse
On the wings of her 21th derail
Of Shakespearean and Vigil's asked thee her name
Who is she?
Bolder she is a clemency!
Of her atoms glowing her frontier
Arena's of fortune teller
Seized no name
But she's living now in literatus gleam
She the metaphor and irony
In expressive ways of stylistics
Carry herself like Atlas above all ages
And yes bolder she is a clemency!
She the five foot iambics scheme
Thats her height in rhythym
When she'll be the ancient?
Of William's midsummer nights dream
The Iliad of an epic events
Calling her to a narrative scenes
Believe her in
Bolder she is a clemency lies within.
Categories:
stylistics, memory,
Form: Sonnet
The house is empty, my husband is at work,
I am sitting with my dog just relaxing when
PBS television broadcasts a music special.
Oh all those Motown tunes from the 1970s,
Now that’s hotter than hot, I feel the heat rise.
The Commadores, Stylistics and Patti LaBelle,
I am singing, She’s a brick house and feeling hot,
Moving my hips and swaying to the great music,
Still remembering all the words and those feelings.
The memories it evokes is only of pure passion,
The whole decade provided a serenade of love.
You could fall in love so fast with the right song,
Every song I hear elicits a treasured memory.
The Discos were the highlight of the weekend,
Spending the nights dancing, driving the men wild.
The bump and grind was probably the best dance,
Although a good jive would always make your night.
Earth, Wind and Fire can really bring on a burn,
Al Greene just makes me want to cuddle by a fire,
Wow its getting warm in here, see what I mean.
I think I’ll tape this show and put it on tomorrow night,
So I can take my husband back and feel the heat.
Written July 29, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“HEAT”
Placed 6th
Categories:
stylistics, happiness, music, house, husband,
Form: Narrative