bones

You dig at my door
wearing nail marks in my frame
and hand prints in my handles
Your begging voice through walls
whines and moans
grating my ears with why won’ts

You know why
You were there when I jaded
You plead with eyes
that are sunken
dark and unseeing
unseen in the dark
The porch is cold
even the puppy door is closed

Behind the walls
bones on mine
skin stretched against them
sliding on sweat lubricant

Remember nights where I
hung ’round your step
scratching at the door
rubbing against the poles
My mark was left
But not the nails that dig your back
Now she’s jumping in your arms
she may break your neck
but she’s something I am not

Delicate.

But not the nails that dig your back
or teeth that tear your throat
She’s not the one who is on top
She’s not the one who drags you home

She yowls to the moon
between the leaves above the lawn
Pacing circles in our crab grass
Making face-prints on the windows
Impossible blonde-blue eyes
She pleads in Hellish tones

But inside
bones on mine
skin stretched against them
sliding on sweat lubricant

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Energy Between Us

energy between us
swells and crashes
live-wire strung lips
poised, soft-wet
tongues entangle
fingertips to faces
palms cradle dizzy heads
butterfly eyelids flutter-close

eager hands explore
quest soft places
map trails of our passion
snaking up under clothes
straps slip from shoulders
pants from hips
bare bodies fall into bed

trunks flush
limbs intertwine
you grow, I blossom
sweet welcome
whispered names
petals parting
entering with a gasp

drum-beat rhythmic
catch-release dance
hips arc to meet
hold deep
hot breath quickens
opera of moans
symphony of climax
trembling into other worlds

energy between us
magnetic fingertips
tracing magic contours
sweat-wet skin
salty under parted lips
whispering promises
starry eyes hold each other
sigh to still
and I welcome the weight of you

Gods of Saturday Night

I wake
too early for a Sunday
mind still buzzing
memory of a kiss between my thighs
still aching, pulsing
I can almost feel your body
still pressed against mine
almost feel your hands
and your fingers…

I love your fingers
Just one fingertip
I lose my words
lose my mind
tongue-tied
heavy eyes
ragged breath
wet and wriggling
beneath your touch
and your mouth…

I love your mouth
manipulating my body
manipulating my mind
your tongue lights fires
but you don’t leave scars
you leave memories
smoldering in me
body begging for more
just one more taste
just one more time.

Your lips kissed shivers
sprawling to my toes
I close my eyes and try
to recapture the night

You say there are rubies in my fingertips
and perfection in my pussy
and with your words and lips
you rewrite the map of my erogeny

You say one day at a time
I fear to look into the future
I didn’t see this coming
I don’t know where it’s going

Moving blissfully moment to moment
if a moment is all we can count on
let’s not keep count
just enjoy

I wake
too early for a Sunday morning
memories
buzzing in my mind
wearing your shirt
the scent of your body
clinging like a ghost
I bury my face into it
praying to the Gods
of Saturday nights.

I Need Warmth for Home

I cannot live in unpainted rooms.
No wall is left white.
I need warmth for home.

Honey walls beside pumpkin-spiced walls. Amber wood-grained lacquered doors. Warm, red, glossy door frames painted deep, wet red.
Chianti curtains. Lush, waving drapery hung ’round midnight’s windows. Drunk, long curtains falling slack and hanging on
to swirling wrought-iron rods.
Silky, oak barrel flavored rooms.
Rooms with tannins.

Not the sterile walls of rental houses. Not the over-clean of the office.
Not the eggshell, ivory, dove or linen of my mother’s homes.
I need warmth for home.

I need fields of strawberries in the Summer. The rusted undercarriage
of my Chevy truck. The soft, parted lips of a ripe woman.
The red of clay on the mountain side.
Barns, tractors, black eyed susan petals.
I need the coffee-stained color of my father’s teeth.

Sepia-toned, wood-framed photos smile at my warm rooms.
Frankincense and myrrh candles light the corners yellow ocher.
Bay window for winter mornings. Lattice shelves full of rose quartz.
Sunlight glitters through to highlight the cherry red Formica counter top.
Sunlight splashes on the teracotta tiles.
Sunlight rolls up the walls
I rag-painted myelf
while pregnant with my daughter.

I cannot live in unpainted rooms.
No wall is left white.
I need warmth for home.

Tanka

frost and fog
first golden rays of light
break through
on a highway of sepia fields
a young bull eats cold hay

I count stars
while Chorus Frogs sing
Summer nights
there is a wildfire
in the bed of my lover

friends encircle
the backyard bonfire
familiar dialog
drums slowly begin
to sing to each other

Monsters

He’s a monster!

Screams and horror

Knuckled hands entrap tiny wrists

Her petals twirl

But drown in jet waters

Little girls don’t float like little flower boats

They sink into shadows

Masking features

so creatures can come to light

 

Monsters!

Scratch in the corners

Slink dim-lit corridors

He hides by day

Slips in and out of shadows

Blind eyes cast from passers-by

His green skin screams

so cloaks himself in blackness

and slinks with cats

 

They love monsters!

Shriek in dark theaters

Hold on, close those eyes

Screen rips

Horror spills into the isles

Automatic strobe touches skulls

Mothers weep – beg back fair

Mothers seek armor against modern demons

 

That monster!

Bat wings

silhouetting the new moon

Howling behind the treeline

Seducing angels in skirts of satin

Ancient form bent low

Insert the devil in long kiss

He lingers upon your lips

He tastes your scream

Breathes terror in deep

 

O Monster!

She weeps – but loves the drama

Ingenue, strapped to the tracks

He’s coming full force

He’s head-on

Knuckled hands hold her heart

It doesn’t float

She drowns in black waters

Screaming for her monster

Adonis

Adonis,

Your body is rendered of my adoration

My heavy exhalations crest the waves of your golden hair

The bubbling spring of my eyes

rest upon the earthy shore of yours

and the flutter of my lashes weighs your heavy lids

My passions hollow the curve of your spine

My hands carve the classical sculpture of your muscles

I kiss creation of space between pronounced bone structures

risen from my fingers

Skin slipped upon them by the heat of my palms

My breasts build your beautiful hands

My nipples erect the temples of your fingertips

to be their place of worship

My sense of smell stole your scent from star-crossed past-lives

and laid it upon you for my olfactory satisfaction

Sweet life breathed into your God-like form

from whispers that caress your gentle heart

and paint the smile of your soft lips

 

Adonis,

You sleep, angelic

Face softened by our intimacy

All signs of furrow erased from your brow

in a single shudder

Your chest rises and falls

to the rhythm of my unfaultering love

While I float in a turbulent lucidity

on the tide of your sacred heartbeat

I daydream myself a Myrrh tree

Bark, like ribs, cracked open

and you tumble from my trunk

Your callow, dewy uncover

lying peaceful beneath my watch

While I stand tall, filleted

Raw barrenness and palpable unrest

 

Adonis,

How I long to be your Aphrodite

and steal your love away, covet your beauty

and make you my own precious possession

But my desire disturbs your concession

My frantic arms have no strength to hold you

My porcelain skin shatters under the weight of imagined rejection

Your unattended lips smolder

and will seek heat from other sources

While mine purse in anticipation

 

Adonis,

Born of my love, or lust

or impatience to feel totality

My eyes paint you picture perfect in memory

while I view this moment through splintered window pane

You are a statue in my Eden

not an angel in my bed

And I am not the myrrh that grows beside you

I am the boar

Tusks sharpened from a lifetime of disappointment

I impale our virgin rapture

and weep at its abortion

 

No, Adonis!

This is not our tragedy

Wake me from this daydream

Take me in your tender arms

I will lie beside you, peacefully

I will thank the Gods for the present

and live in it, fully

I will relinquish the past to lesson

Behold the future when it is now

I will nurture my devotion

And, together, we could bring about

the rebirth of our broken hearts

Instructions for Operating Heavy Machinery

step into my skin

where you can feel

velvet red lips trace contours

throat, collarbone, shoulder, breast

feel whispers of kisses on nipples

the tightening of my back

as it arcs to accept your blessings

 

step into my skin

so you can feel the tickle

the sting

half-wet tresses

whipped against bare belly

earthquake of gasps and giggles

my body writhing beneath you

 

lie inside of me

cradle the weight

of granite sculpted muscles

taut against supple curves

the weight of your smooth thigh

deep between my soft, parted legs

 

reach into my hands

grappling

perfection slipping beneath them

stretch down to my fingernails

etching passion into your back

 

if only you could be my breath

hard, quick, torn from my lungs

hips that ride

the tiny movements of your tongue

toes as they curl

muscles taut-to-snapping

heart thrashing mad

head thrown back

 

live in me

know the desperation of my climax

know why I am rendered into fits

gasping, unable to speak

utterly near to death

every time

you push me

to the peak

flush

ripe

tumbling over the edge

 

 

live in me

be my mouth

taste your nectar

when it’s my turn

to bring you home