Inchoate

My existence in you

With a clairvoyant salute
of shadow hands

She grins
behind your closed mouth
Enjoying the sensation
of tongue to tongue

My existence in you
A brightening
of encircled edges
Bundled into cellophane letters
Pink tiptoeing
the rhythm
of your lonely walk

Unable to see
your wounded eyes
she won’t run

Obscure to herself
In the glowing church
of your skull
undressed
in tomorrow’s memory
She climbs atop the altar
in a camisole of flowers

My existence in you
has promised conjugal visits
I also
love this shining likeness
of myself

wow

pulls a chair up to the cracker barrel!!
Mmmm...fresh Cookies

lays out the checkerboard...
it looks like a nice place to play.

and there are fresh baked treats!!

YOU
are one very very talented young lady

Thank you so much, MsWiz

very well done....

excellent write

Thank you

john
s1ow
MsWiz
kc

Wishbone, Clavicle Kiss

I couldn't wear that
white dress you painted
tapering into the blue.

So I lay with
you naked.

The unbuttoning
of a politely curved lip
tips kisses
on my chest,
stomach,
funny bone,
clavicle,

wishbone.


I stammer a preface
to your impatient hands,

impaled
by my prattle,
as a litany of tongues
imprisons my groans
and my ear sleeps
on a bed of your sighs.

"i knew it"

a pause from the checkers... a fresh plate of Cookies!

you always know...

Ditto

The Sip

drawn from the well
deep within subterranean cool earth
a filtered aquifer
lowering a clean cup
down and down for ever it seems
with a splash
that echoes a single droplet
in a cavernous pool

a taste is retrieved
overflowing as it rocks
to the surface
clear and pure
from the calm sheltered oasis
my summer spring
crisp and wet in my hand
raised into sunlight
beads glisten and run
along my fingers
down my forearm
trickling refreshment
like fresh washed lettuce

drink
life essence absolutely fine
make me new

(((Harold)))

Very nice!!

BAVO!!!!!!!!!! Very well done!!
throwin' flowers at your feet on the stage of life!!

Very well written to the both of you, now I know why I love poems so much

Contemplation

We are mutes.
discovering each
other in words
and sparse notes
without lyrics.

Amongst other happenings,
we will forget this
and yearn for it
again.

Envying others
who have found it.
We will pity ourselves
for losing it.

We are lost,
in our wandering gazes
and so many faces.

Enclosed within ourselves,
our breath, to not
blow out candles,
or feed fires.

Inarticulate longings as
eloquent prayers.
With swollen tongues
in closed mouths.

We will smile silent.
Later we will grope
for a sound.

There will be uneasy
nights with everything
bare and distant.

I will ask you nothing
and answers will come
from everywhere.

We Entwine

I had an inkling
More than delicate tears
and soft lips

More than a sip
from your golden chalice

Unfettered by affection
Surrounded by miser’s smiles

In the aftertaste
of your voracious tongue

The rolling apples
of your words

Beneath
the dimly vanishing

The common language
of selfish flesh

You have been given a gift of being a wonderful writer and I am blessed to be able to read your words every day.