blindfolded-
immobilized
in more ways than one.
undressed –
cuffed to the lines.
ritualistic –
submissive traits
under command of the master.
proven tactics-
sensual arousals,
though ingenuity leaves a flair
so cerebral through voice.
every factor
came into play
of all the excitement,
until that ice-cube
truly numbed the ecstasy
of what was once seventh heaven
the hard way
before the rules
took over at inception.
eyes of penetration,
easily animalistic here.
that look tells…
you want more
of the touch of skin,
like the snake
left behind in appearance.
all that wonder
of what is left,
is enough
to desire plenty of curiosity.
a clear glass of water
on the counter
speaks of that breath
of oxygen without seeing it –
yet vital in so many ways.
a smile of initial turn on;
the face of expression
is all too beautiful.
intellectualism on the tips of fingers –
prodding with the kind
of stimulation that a body first attracts.
pick up the snakeskin
and fill it with this –
attraction is sexier
when the inside is fulfilled.
isn’t beauty wonderful on the outside – this time?
that woman
who loves poetry,
is the one of beauty
with long sunshine hair
with a single braid
running down her back.
like calypso
the sea nymph,
she tended to him
in the grotto
with wonderful archways
and four fountains
in the seranading mists.
after time,
she led him outside
to a place away from the ocean,
where the hypnotic
summer breeze flows in
at a summer retreat.
they danced
in gentle grooves
as the music played
in the background.
later she took him inside
and opened the door
to the room that opened his soul
in the mists of the beautification of love.
i wonder
if your eyes are blue,
brown, or hazel.
could they be fresh
to read my poems
after i have given them to you?
these words
are meant to open
your thoughts
so that my feelings
run through your palms
and drift into your heart
like a raft at sea.
i cannot help but think
what love might actually be like,
it goes with the territory
when it comes to sensitive poetry.
now that your thumbs
rest on the beats of my heart – i need this escape.
your eyes are here to find
my way through all the battles.
here in the mythical
and the magical –
a little honey
of natural infusion
to hang out
on the patio bar
to cure past
summer storms.
in a drunk dance,
she took the hand,
led the dance steps
in all the twirls
with her dress in flight.
the view of flowers
in wooden boxes
off the rails
were like fragrances of a necklace
she put around my neck.
all them colors
poured into my soul
in all the spectrums,
as she spilled out
from all of her sun’s rays
to taste her reality
through my fingers.
your voice is hiding you away man.
i told you it had to
GO DOWN this way.
you know what happens
when the boss
has a score to settle?
i’m telling you
that absolutely nothing
gets past me.
you are like family,
but i can’t save your ass.
you can’t hold back that stuff
because i want to see
what you are made of.
i want you to meet me at my place
in two hours, then we’ll see
if i can convince you on style.
later…
sat down face to face
and stared each other down.
the boss won out,
as his influence
made the difference.
this became the agreement
that went to the mat.
a disconnect
without feel can be a time bomb
if not addressed.
the need to drop
it to the paper
is so vitally important.
those feels
in life that endured a tailspin
needs a little fine tuning apparatus.
the fingers
with godly ambrosia
rubbed on each and absorbed
began to uncover
the guaze of wounds.
inside that chest
was a little stronger
than was given credit.
it’s never a free pass,
salvage the outlet spirit.
if you have to blame it on something.
blame it on the keyboard.
it’s the best achilles heel
when it’s repair oriented.
then disconnect from the feel
and connect into life
until needing to feel
for the next rub down.
She’s got that purr
That rubs up against me.
So subtly-
The scent of her
Enticingly erotic
When it comes to the cat’s meow.
In a rhyme
That leaves me
Begging for more
Of her seductive verse.
when i look at the words
woven in the fabric –
love stands out.
but see,
it needs a place
where comfort resides-
a poetic declaration
threaded out of life.
tragedies of yesteryear
become explorations written in metaphor.
sometimes
understanding is all it takes.
can there be a strength,
as a romance unfolds
to be omnipotent and alive?
if it does,
it takes two
and the work
will have a meaning
when you and i
stare into each others eyes
for the very first time.
your writing is angry
is what that person implied
when we talked.
he went on to say,
“it’s too serious
and if i want that,
all i need to do
is watch the news on TV.
even the bands
of late these days
make me sick
because they have
some kind of message.
i want an escape;
something that doesn’t remind me
of what is around me.”
if that is the case,
then doesn’t it imply
that looking the other way
is the root cause of our country’s demise?
like homeless people caught in the power political vacuum.
why should i look the other way?
this is the reason i come here to escape.