Caught

Long to be held down
Tied
So I can’t get away
I am a runner
Fear drives me away
Needing someone to make me stay
Longing
Love enough to stop me
Don’t make me tell you
Feel it…know it…see it…
Understand
Will give you all I have
But you must take it
From me

Alive

Fuck me
Across the mists
Remembering
Feel
Touch
Taste
Head gaining entrance
Within
Amazing moment
Tip reaching all that is sacred
Touch that takes my breath away
Spark
Reminds me of the Sistine Chapel
God touching man
Union
Life
Divine

Desire

Softly groaning
As I turn in bed
Yawning
Nipples speak
Filled with longing
Wanting…
Needing…
Touch me
Suck me
Erect and waiting
What now?

Haven

I love bookstores
Watching people
Some, deep in thought
Floating away on words
Other, laughing at stories shared
Still more chatting
People talk about such interesting things in bookstores
Almost like the books give them permission
To become the person they would like to be
Or the person they are… that remains unseen by outsiders
Being around other book people
Let’s them share
Thoughts…
Feelings…
Safety found
With bookstore people

65 mph

Years since I felt comfortable
Safe enough
To sleep in moving cars
Last time was with my Father
Driving to New England
Did I know?
How was I to know?
That is would be the last time
Nothing better
Soothed into slumber
Sound of rubber to pavement
World passing by
Safe in a cocoon of metal
Strong…safe…loving man behind the wheel
They say that every woman looks for her Father in a mate
Thinking now
At last
I understand

January 24

Bitter cold
Feeling every loss
They come back to you
During the black of winter
Memories envelop you
Pain caresses
Alone looking out
Lover’s faces stare at you from frosted windows
Tea tastes of tears
Hiding
Wake me when it is spring

Upper Case

Still no signs
Deciding to make my own
For now
I will say YES in capitol letters
It has been too long
Living with no
At this point
I don’t care
It is time

YES…I am going to do this
YES…I will open myself
YES…I will make it work
YES…I will do what feels right
YES…I will live with the consequences
YES…I will let go
YES…I will forgive and forget

Will not live my life in lower case anymore

Attached

Velvet chains
Hold me
Never wanting release
Safe places found
You
Me
The space between
Tied together
Bondage of the soul
Harder to attain
Than bondage of the body
Oh…
So much better

Anticipation

Watching
Sweeping your tongue over your lips
Heart quickens
Trail left glistening
Moist…hot
Eyes transfixed
Mind racing
Wishing they were my lips
Mouth parting of its own accord
Eyes fluttering shut
Imagining
Feeling
Knees giving way
Tongues probing
Drawing me in
Our first kiss
Already happened
In my mind…soul

Writing

Plume pen, red the color of passion and lust
Not the candy apple color found on Valentines Day cards
Nib sharp and true
Arrow like
Crimson ink from Italy
The shade that your heart bleeds when it is broken
The hue you use when you attempt to express passion
Dark…rich…full of life…lust and love
If only my words were worth such exquisite tools
I hope my heart is…

Empty

Barren journals
Collecting dust
Filled with promise
Waiting…watching…taunting
Words whispering in the breeze
Open…feel…think
Time now
Write as if you are open
Let your words flow
Onto me
I am strong…forgiving…blind
Can take all you give
Bleed for me

Cocoon

Quilts on a cold winters night
Cocoa like
Sweet
Warm
Soothing embrace
Comfortable
Welcoming
Thinking of you
Tasting hot chocolate

Discarded

Scraps of paper
Like bones found on an archeological dig
Moving time away with brushes
Tender care
Shards exposed
Examination with a lover’s eye
Placing aside the fragments
Recreating the whole
New thoughts
Loving embrace of the past
Touching the future

Blindfold

Loss of sight
Heightening of other senses
Anticipation
Feathering of breath
Against flesh
Not knowing
Not controlling
What is coming
Listening
Hearing your heartbeat
…my heartbeat
Feeling your hands and body
…mine responding
Inhaling your scent masculine and powerful
…my own wet and wanton
Tasting your kiss rich and intense
…my own sweet with need
Reaching your soul
Seeing my own

Unmarked

Intimidation on a blank page
Daring me to open
Reveal
Expose
Raw and ugly
Painful and true
Taunts me
Cries out
Seduces me
I answer
Write

Couple

Spaces between words
All that is real can be felt
Long for those places
Times
No need to speak
Explain
All that exists in found there
Thoughts
Memories
Love
Holding hands in silence

J.

Rain on granite
Does anything look wetter?
Colder
Seeing my own reflection
Gazing at your name
Years float away
Like a waterfall to the ground
Left with
Water
Stone
Bones
Tears
Turning away
I have shed enough salt

Cards

Searching for a window
Into an unseen world
We search
Long
Pray
Beg
Hoping to find the future

Tools

For me
Poetry cannot be written on a computer
Pen must caress paper
Form of ancient alchemy
Heart opens
Barren white paper with promise
Nib drifts
Spell like
Incantations of longings

Right Side

Empty spaces
Since you left my bed
I find comfort in sleeping with books
They find their rest on your side
Making it less empty
They are not warm
Don’t make me moan
The way your body did
Don’t sigh their name like a prayer
When I read them
For awhile they offered comfort
Not now
It is time
I am ready
I hope
Tomorrow
I will be moving the books to the shelf
Making room
Once again
In my bed

Opus

Words on a page
Black on white
Alone with words
I write
Fears
Hopes
Dreams
Seduced by words
Cumming into myself
With words

Divination

Storm in a cup of tea
Sitting
Watching
Steeping
Spoon cutting surface
Swirling tempest
Alchemy of leaf to element
United
Soothing in its simplicity
Drinking its grace
Until at last
Reaching cups end
The future
Can be seen

Charted

Bodies
Lovers know each others places
The secret ones
That have keys

Kiss with just the right amount of pressure
Nip on my neck
Tickling behind my knee
Lick to the freckle found on the sole of my left foot
Hot breath on my neck…from behind
Nails running over the veins of my wrist
…then replaced with silk
Lave…suck…bite to my nipples
Moan that makes my heart beat faster
Fingers searching…plunging that makes my knees weak
Orgasm found that makes me cry

You make me want to find new places to explore
Give you my map
Wondering what paths you will discover
Uncharted

Tied

Men fuck my mind
Purest kind of fuck
I am a lover of men
Watching them
Listening
Hearing
What is spoken
Unspoken
Seeing within
Deep…The fears that hide
Little boys
Grown
Loving those hidden places
In those recesses
My kneeling stems

Released

Disturbed dragons
Words left unsaid
Festering
Wounds
Uncovered
Ignored
Polluting the future
Distorting the past
Be brave…
I forgive
You
Me
Free…now

Stigmata

Cut my hand
Fascinated
As blood flowed
Minutes
I watched
Transfixed
Flowing down
Swirling
Dropping
They say a soul weighs 21 grams
Wondering
How much I lost?
Wondering
What is left?

Maxfield

Evening sky was Parrish like
Nymph on a swing
Lighting…gold…azure…hues
Gods raining tears
To the East
Rainbow
Sighing
Love

Textures

I have a friend that sends me photographs
Real ones on glossy paper
All from San Francisco
Nothing makes me happier than receiving those parcels
I love him
He is quirky
Strange
So real
He speaks of knowing me in a past life
More open when I look at his pictures
They fuck my soul
Found something in me that I didn’t know
I am a lover of graffiti
Makes me long for bizarre things
Wanting to be pressed against walls
Concrete digging into my flesh
All of us together
Me
Lover
Artist
Ménage a trois

Noise

Tonight I write in darkness
Hiding
Exposed
Pen finding its way
Lightly over blank pages
Just like the New Year
Illumination
There is a scratch that is heard
When pen covers paper
It is the same sound
Heard when tree branches
Scrape over window panes
Speak the same language
Their message…
Let me in

Moirae

I am mesmerized by webs
Fragile
Strong
Each new strand
Touching
So much better together
Than alone
Building upon the past
Holding tight
Still growing
Ever reaching
To the future
What does she think as she weaves?
Knows…
Feels…
Sees…
In her ear does she hear the song of the Fates?
Plotting

Hush…Listen…
Yes
I can hear them now
The Fates spinning the future

Mourning

I felt your arm snake around my waist
Pulling me against your want
Loved those mornings
You hard
Me half asleep
Smiling with my eyes shut
Your hand checking
Inching lower
Finding me wet
Giggling, trying to keep my eyes closed
You calling me opossum
Pulling me over on my back
Making us both late for work
Now sighing
Awake from a dream
Alone
Still late for life

Silence

Alone in crowds
Surrounded by unknown friends
Do they choose not to see?
Or am I hiding
Pain that surrounds my heart
Cloaked in mists
Who will break through?
What will be found?
My silent scream
See me
Feel me
Touch me
I am here
Want to be found
Is it too late?


Will it be you?