Spartacus2012 Poetry (404)

Louisiana creole lady
filled my weekend
ghost of lust lingers
my room silent as a flower
scent of powder and perfume
hangs in the air...

The ruins of our pleasure
sound of the sea
pages turning
her nearness enchanted me
perfume of wildflowers
moonlight and dew...

The fragrance of her skin
smell of her shampoo
breezes through as I inhale
the feel of her soft body
and deep wet kisses...

It was if
I had never existed elsewhere
her soft aroma lingers
left upon my rustling sheets...

Tonight I will sleep
on her side of the bed
because it still smells of her...

Some people prefer to dine
with a fork and a spoon
the Chinese use chopsticks
I prefer her zipper.

The wonderful union
tonguing her sex
making low growling noises
like a big cat devouring prey.

Exploration and reciprocity
it's no capital crime
just consider the guy
who doesn't enjoy fine dining.

When we first met I asked
"what is your birth sign?"
she answered, "cunnus lingus"
I smiled profoundly happy!

I write about love and life
so that I may
taste them twice
in the moment and in retrospect.

As poets we live and breathe words
when my love reads my words
she knows I am lonely
I'm dreaming, thinking and feeling with her.

That I dream what she dreamed
wanted what she wanted
finally realizing
I want only her.

I write to give myself strength
to explore the things I'm afraid of
Maybe to be the character I sometimes am not
but with her I write about love.

Sometimes words are like tears
needing to be written down
maybe I write what I cannot say
I write differently than I speak.

Maybe all I wish to say
is that I seek true love
therefore I write
what should not be forgotten..

My love appears
in such a mist
of the apotheosis of her perfume
hidden like a fragrant rose
within the somber nucleus of a star...

Intermittent tender kisses
riding on waves of music...

Glass of Sangria and rain
in our thirst of fever
submerging us in a warm still pool
of an ominous rare jewel
opening to a rising sun
the eyes that were closed in darkness...

I am a warrior
standing firmly planted
my concentration strong
like iron chains to the ground...

I inhale prepared to fight
my kata has begun
a private dance
one movement blends to the next..

My intense gaze meets
my imaginary opponent
like an invisible katana blade
much like ripples in a pond...

Chinese based moves act
a loud "kiah" erupts
in the large dojo
my declaration of purpose...

Control, form and balance
my task ends
the kata complete
I step back into the modern world...

Would the world
still move forward
without me,
my absence unnoticed?

Am I cruel
to dream of a world
that ends when I do?

Would your eyes
close with mine?

Perhaps I will die
before I die
there will be
no death...

Without love
my heart, my soul
is a garden without sun
just dead things...

Love me
and we will live
in the hope
of becoming a memory...

A woman I met
when she smiles
her face
wears sunlight...

Light brown frame
walks in beauty
eyes of cloudless climes
the best of dark and bright...

Golden and lovely
like a sunset
she's the one star
I wish upon every night...

Her enticing profile
in perfect darkness
outlined by stars
adoration in my sight...

As I rode on
my horse's head hung low
there was little on the land
just the looming dusk...

I gazed across those hills
towards wide open pastures
flowing across dry red soil...

There field mice would be busy
bees opulent working furiously
in the music of the wind
rich with pollen and hawks...

I looked back across the trail
calling time
and made camp
within a dried up stream..

The past is always
the past
I often forget it
but it remembers me
everything I failed to be
yesterday is history...

The past is a ghost
a hole, dust, the wind
it is dark and moves unseen
beneath, betwixt and between
angels, demons, elemental spirits
come to me when I am sleeping...

Ghosts from my past
makes my thoughts
heavy as branches
after a raging storm
leaving me tired and forlorn
people who came before me
appear in dreams

In a way
we are all ghosts...

Ah, whiskey
you are like a beautiful woman
demanding appreciation
first I gaze at you
then I drink!

Today you kick
like a mugger
love may make the world go round
whiskey, you make it turn twice as fast!

She kills me
when she smiles
I stop breathing
the way she moans
my name

I am obsessed
infatuated
hungry for
her touch
color
smell
taste

the feel of her soul
touching mine

I want her to
melt into me
like butter on toast
I want to absorb her
walk around with her
encased in my skin

I desire her...

As the color disappears from the world
sun melts below the horizon
I await her dark silhouette
rich and creamy caramel
satin in brown lace...

I part the moist curtain
a fiery pink velvet
she guides my hands to manipulate
until the taste of
foamy liquid pours forth...

She's tan, beige and brown
my fantasy in bronze
we swirl together
vanilla and chocolate
dark butterscotch of my dreams...

We fuse together in an aquamarine ocean
her neck arches with wet kisses about
ripples fan out as if in a pool
aroma of perfume, citrus and the sea...

Soon the peace of a tranquil crystal lake prevails
we seek the relaxing hot spraying shower awaiting
as she lovingly shampoos my hair...