Category Poems
Man and Woman made together partaking in a heavenly parade
luminously walking along one’s own brigade, fully powered
Clearly connecting kinetically communicating through the cosmos
A fabric to weave in and out of the one mused most
Enveloped in a theory of strings and mindful news posts
Set up a series of lyrical hosts discovering the deepest cognitive coasts
Visually experiencing the tides of thought in the eyes mind and believing in
Sending messages of safe passage over seas
Weathering storms, disease and all liquid creatures swimming about
Destructive demonstrated dance dialect positioning translation
this tropical complicity. Give me
a hundred names for snow,
Wagner,
Give me all the guilt
I never owned.
My sweat smells like Dachau,
even under Caribbean blooms, even
after I have thumbed it red. I wear
other cultures because mine is
the way they ignited something in me
when they collided with mine.
The way his fingertips reminded me
of a cold winter breeze
The days are long, hot, and maddening,
the nights cloudy, starless, and sultry.
Sleep withheld behind a heavy dark veil.
Spirit weary in its empty aloneness.
Fleeting visions from happier times,
refuse to project, on the silver screen within.
Joy from dust-covered chapters, dissolves in decay,
upon the sagging shelves of remembrance.
who they were;
manifestations of the Creator,
tiny vessels of His presence
cultivated inside me,
within me,
conceived in my womb;
the fruits of me
nourished by
the fruit of me
before life
beyond my being
would become
their own
And they were
who they had become;
myself…my selves
fractions of me,
addends of we,
divided into wholes
You need a wake-up call
We should not sacrifice our privacy
in exchange for imaginary safety
It is just an excuse
to control, to abuse
Cameras in every street
check where and when we meet
I lust after the geometry of your being,
poised on top of me to explore,
like a birthday present waiting to be
u n w r a p p e d…
I pull you closer to me,
closer than the spaces of our kisses,
defying distance dividing the contours of our flesh
until we become
consumed with the fire void of chaste intentions,
slaves to the urgency of the moment
When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see.
I’ve gotten so used to seeing the overweight me.
I start a new diet and it ends up on a shelf,
Like I’m trying to prevent seeing my skinnier self.
I need to get it under control, or I could die
So why is it I lack the motivation to even try?
I see all the problems, and what I’m doing wrong
So why is it I can’t change the song?
Small talk
Just friendly verse
The innocents of it all.
Underneath those
Casual words
Was a volcano of passion
Ready to erupt.
Triggered by
The brush of our arms…
Next thing you knew
Our lips were locked
In a fiery kiss.
It lasted
Twenty minutes
Every second
Pure heaven.
With an animalistic thrust
I pinned you
To the wall
My hand reached
Up your skirt
Letting your panties
