two singular heartbeats
emergent with fluttering exhalations
a tiny speck of time and temperature
rushing nowhere beside falcons
pausing breakneck together
i hear her wet whispers kissing
caressing deep lidless eyes
my heart knows the latitudes
understands the lay of the land
bestows a feast of electric night
giving flowers of touchings
receiving tongues of fire
inside this temple of ancient desire
emergent with breathless silences
two singular heartbeats
Categories:
touchings, memory,
Form: Free verse
I used to hold you in my arms, now Covid says No
I used to kiss you on the lips, this I miss
I used to hold my grandchild she longs my parish arms
I used to shake and high five touchings of hands salutation
Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away
I used to fellowship with my fellow worshipers
Covid tell me now no more gathering
Tells me now how to follow my fellow humans
Government health community says now says must space ourselves
Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away
Standing/walking within 6 feet increments
You wanna be 6 feet apart standing, rather than 6 feet under
If I sneeze you use to say bless you
I guess Covid already kissed us, now you spit out on us
Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away
I used to go to sports games band concerts
I used to attend weddings and funerals
Now it's less important I don't want to dance with Covid
She's a taker away of my breath
Covid doesn't give just takes breaths away
Then after dead what's next we'll touch, embrace the arms of Jesus
You see Covid my breath you can't have it my breath comes from God
6/6/20
©2020
Categories:
touchings, analogy, environment, how i
Form: Dramatic Verse
Midnight Appraisals
The overhead street lamp was our only illumination,
As night shielded our concealed touchings within the moment,
Yet we saw light in the eyes of the stars as they watched us,
Peering at lips pressing past eyelids in the shrouded darkness,
There was music inside the shadings, along with hot breathings,
Made for the late embracing hours of our youthful yearnings,
With astonished meanderings and midnight appraisals of young lickings,
We first saw the highlands of our explorations in the mindless kissings,
We first realized the apex of our desires in the brazen lovemakings,
With the closing of our minds and hearts, surrendering to the moment.
Categories:
touchings, girlfriend, love,
Form: Free verse
Lena Lane
1894-1912
Dying at 18 was my punishment from God.
“Bless me Heavenly Father, for I have sinned.”
Johnny Barrow found the silk ribbon,
The only man man enough to look for it;
For I did not resist his insistent male charms,
That day in Turnbull, that rich awkward moment in time,
When two decided heartbeats and one determined hand,
Found the scented red ribbon,
Concealed most discretely upon my airy bosom.
Shame and sin indeed found us receptive that day;
He and me, staring awestruck at blue sky and white skin;
But I am fine with this legacy of private meetings,
And alas, private audacious touchings;
If only kindly Estella knew, poor sick soul;
Johnny really loved her; all the stars above admit that.
But Johnny wanted me, desired me with wanton civility,
Wanted me for the grand games we played in secret,
Touching games, grand groping games,
In the hidden lacey canyons of Turnbull.
If only kindly Estella knew, that poor homely thing;
Poor sick and disheveled girl!
Over there in your shriveled grave!
I took your boy, Estella!
I took brown-eyed Johnny Barrow,
And branded him with my fiery mark!
Categories:
touchings, love,
Form: Epitaph
Many my the dealings for wasted
Heavy my the soaked feelings though tasted
The first comes
And the third guns eye
Off the touchings from the deep graved
For it did you not the second
But the befored somehow gone
And dig the eye done .
Life lines ,
And already the lives die
Up supremacy beneaths the sights
Then such highs pour eye
As dying as
And that my saying says
Categories:
touchings, forgiveness, sad, sorry,
Form: I do not know?