Tag Archives: Love
tremble
your breath with mine your fingers in mine tremble the illicit heat the catching passion this public space this intimate touch tremble your back arching under my palm that presses, pushes guides and holds you neck straining under my mouth, … Continue reading
Stratocumulus
Sometimes, when I am flying through the sky, I watch a shadow of my ship dragging across the backs of a scudding cloud. I am my body lain along you, the curls and whips of white: your back, curving and drifting … Continue reading
A Rapture
like a cat… lithe limbed, long torsoed, strutting across my path, that glance… and I am caught up in your scent, musk, your nails like claws now digging into skin, bloody gashes along my back… fierce bites – half-moons rising … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Obsession, Poem, poetry, Writing
Tagged Creativity, Love, Lovers, poem, poetry of loss
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Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum
My name is an ending, surname, derived from the Latin “Martinus”. (A gift from a father lost, failing beneath my powerless hands). I am dedicated to war not poetry no not that, not some clinking at keys, rather, clinking at bullets, … Continue reading
Lost Intruments
Am I alone in obsessing over the fate of Astrolabe? -Martin Burns
Horse Hair Skier
Your nails still refuse to drag along my skin. Snow leopard. You… Your nails retracted, tongue curled, folded. Padding away into a mountains dark crevices. Where I, kokburu player, goat tosser extraordinaire, mad skier across Tuvan skies, lasso in hand and elk … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Creativity, Love, Lovers, Poem, poetry, Writing
Tagged Love, Lovers, poem, poetry, Writer, Writing
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Stay: Audio
So, riffing off Stay, a poem I wrote back in autumn. Curious what you think. I’m trying to work through some things… what love is all about, which is a rather large topic, how do we identify when we’re in … Continue reading
Posted in Language, Love, Lovers, Poem, poetry, Spoken Word, Writing
Tagged Love, Lovers, poem, poetry, sensuality, Spoken Word, Writer Moe
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