Moonlight’s Magic

It is only in sleep

That she is fully visible

Able to be deciphered

In her unbuttoned

Unzipped state

His eyes are open

Moon’s captured light

It Rained Again Last Night

It started light
Just a trickle
A whisper
A nibble on my lobe
Finger brushed a stray hair away

Let Me Let You

Let me let you love me
want me
kiss me

Petals

Peeling back my layers

Slowly, gently, carefully

One by one

Like the petals of a zinnia bud

 

My instinct is usually

To stay your hand

No Ordinary Love

Inspired by You + Me’s haunting cover of No Ordinary Love

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Reaching across

a distance

more formidable than

miles

fathoms

leagues

you reached out

Night Music

Will you dance with me

in this silvery pool

of moonlight

that falls across

your face

like a watered silk?

Skin

It is rumored that there are 50 words

In the Eskimo language for snow

I ponder

Why are there not 50 words in the

English language

That I could draw upon

To describe that moment

When your bare skin

Touches my bare skin?

Falling

I stand before you

More naked

More stripped

Down

Than I have

Ever been

Vulnerable

Unsteady

Uncharted Night-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)

burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

I travel today

by uncharted night

do I go

The Calculation of Light Years

The distance between us

is not easily calculated using miles or kilometers

or fathoms or light years

this distance

is a living, breathing, mutable thing

shifting between us

sea anemones

taste of sea

in your mouth

when

tongues

mingle

explore

your ear a

conch shell

Reunion (Revisited)

Time slows down

The moment we touch

Rest of the world

Drifts away

There is only

Remembering

you

Remembering

us

Together

Undone

My quiet

Stretches out

Like a web

Of shadow

Words unsaid

Black diamonds

That glitter

Moonlight’s Magic

This piece was inspired by a beautifully evocative poem Night Notes written by  EDC Shorts

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It is only in sleep

That she is fully visible

Able to be deciphered

In her unbuttoned

Unzipped state

When Darkness Falls

Darkness has settled in

Surrounds me

The cold outside our four snug walls

Frosts our windows

Turns snow into a hard, white crust

The day has been long my love

I have been doing battle with the world today

I have been doing battle with myself

Distant Edges

A bee I am not
A bee I need not be
Hovering upon
To taste this love, sweet

Happy I am, as a snail
Upon that distant edge
Wrapped in your fragrance
Sweet

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Her lips on mine,
Drifting between
The urgent need
And lazy caresses,
Tongues duel
While our bodies
Press tight.

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She sees my desire,
Mutual yearning for,
Tongue to trace,
Nipped by my teeth,
Hands guide,
Until she bathes me,
With the fountain
Within

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The morning’s
When i miss you
Most,
Rousing myself
From oblivion,
You pressed against me

Spent in Your Arms

In our hot breath
I hear your soft move
At length and depth
As our nerves groove

Us.

i felt the rush as you leaned in

to kiss these parched lips that

had longed for your touch all

these years. your tongue exploded

inside my mouth and made me

hungry for more.

your kisses traced the neck line

of my dress and sent shivers

down my spine. you grabbed me

On Prose.

Prose is what happens when poetry cannot.

When a surging wave of inexplicable words takes over you.
When you are ready to look yourself in the eye without revealing yourself to the seer.
When you wish to drown in your thoughts and accept them, for once.
When you open your heart out to the reader and yet not let him read you.
When you cannot contain the depth of your depths.

Layer.

Layer by layer
i reveal my self
to you, to your
curious heart.

Matter and Flesh.

I exist only at places
he touches me. The rest of me
is just matter and flesh.