Poetry By: K.Poet
What leaves me
As my reality
Is only
What some
Dream could
Awaken
Within my
Souls of souls-
Deep thought
In restless
Sleep
Could no longer
Endure
What weeps
Still beyond
Mother Moon's
Embrace-embrace-embrace-
And I
Am only
A traveler-
Within these walls
Defined as
Body-
The kiss of night
Beckons me
Still-
Within the
Restless hours
Of wanting.
(1997)
{Curve Against Me} {Nature's Child} {Curiosity's Fire}
{Honey} {December, Winter of Youth 1989} {top of page}
Skin so soft
Milky white moonbeams
Curve against me
Smooth
Buttock gently fitted to thigh-
Such sweet love
I wish to make-
Me and
My Love nestled
Beneath
Winter sky-
Beneath
Winter sky-
She and I-
Sweet dreams
To
My Love.
(1996)
{Defined As Body} {Nature's Child} {Curiosity's Fire}
{Honey} {December, Winter of Youth 1989} {top of page}
6:02 pm-
I marvel
At this
Blistering orb
Sinking lower
Into
The horizion-
I must stop writing now...
To watch
It fade
Effortlessly
Into
Stretched out
Clouds
Of
Purple-ish
Blue
That
Consume
Her
Once again.
6:12 pm-
The pinks
And orange
mingle
And twist
Across
The sky
Reminding
Me
Of
Her
Presence-
It is
As if
The Sun
Smiles
Down
Upon
All the earth
Day
After
Day-
Giving
Humanity
The warmth
Of
Her
Eternal smile-
Inspiring
Us to
Look within
Ourselves-
To bring
Forth
The sunsets
That lie
Within
The caverens
Of
The Human
Heart-
And yet
She asks
For
Nothing
In
Return-
Still
In the
Privacy
Of this
Moment-
My lips
Say
"Thank you."
Spoken
Just above
A mere
Whisper-
To honor
Her...
Letting
Her
Know
That
She
Is
Acknowledged
For
More than
Her beauty-
For
More than
Her warmth-
She-
This
Blazing sphere-
Ignites
The inspiration
That
Sets me
Free-
To this
Lone moment
Of
Quiet splendor-
So that
I may
Listen
To
My heart
Once more-
Knowing
that
The path
I
Have chosen
Really
Selected
Me
Instead-
And
That I
Am
Solely
Nature's child-
Not
Society's Product
Of
Production-
7:10 pm.
( Oct.1999)
{Defined As Body} {Curve Against Me} {Curiosity's Fire}
{Honey} {December, Winter of Youth 1989} {top of page}
Spilling
Forth
The
Liquid
Of myself,
I picture
You
Watching-
Looking-
At
What
You
Cannot
Have-
Darkness
Weaves
A
Secret
Stairway-
I surround
You
In
The magic
Of this
Moment-
Feeding
Your curiosity
Of
What
You wish
To know-
Glistening
Fingers
I gently
Press
To
Hungered lips,
You
Taste
The
Fire
Of
My
Flesh-
Knowing
That
This curiosity
Is mutual.
(Oct. 1999)
{Defined As Body} {Curve Against Me} {Nature's Child}
{Honey} {December, Winter of Youth 1989} {top of page}
Honey-
Thick gobblets
Of
Smooth sweetness
Coating
My tongue-
Natural
Pure essence
No Additives
No Preservatives-
Swirls
Of it
On
My fingertips-
Clinging to me
Is this
Web
Of
Liquid candy-
Is this
Priceless substance
Of
Bee labor-
Stretching
It's length
Of
Sun kissed
Yellow goo-
From
Finger
To
Mouth-
Honey.
(Sept.1999)
{Defined As Body} {Curve Against Me} {Nature's Child} {Curiosity's Fire}
{December, Winter of Youth 1989} {top of page}
December, Winter of Youth 1989
Bright diamonds
Against
This
Black velvet
Greatness
That
Swallows
The sun-
The air
Chilling
And
Crisp
Fills my lungs-
Coating
Each breath
As we
Gaze into
The silent
Conversation
Of each
Other's
Eyes-
And
At
This hour
Of night
There is
Only sleep-
Only dreams-
Only you-
As
Uneven breath
Rolls from
Her lips
Meshing
With
Hot steam-
We
Submerge
Our unspoken
Desires
Within
The depth
Of her
Parents
Hot tub-
She looks
At me-
Her eyes
Full
Of
Michief
And
Flirtation-
Eating
Away
At
My soul-
My mind
Is chaos-
Itself-
Exploding
Into
Shear madness-
I say
Nothing-
And yet
My eyes
Have spoken
In response
To this
Hunger
That
Feeds her
Moonless stares.
This
Is
How we
Spend
Such
Moments
Of bubbling
Heat-
In wordless
Seduction
Of
Admiration-
December nights
Of
Joking around,
College term papers,
And
Slickened swim suits
Thrown
Directly
Into
Fresh
Virgin snow-
An open
Bottle
Of spirits-
And
Occasional
Kisses
From
The sheepdogs
Protecting
Their
Domain-
This
Is
How
I remember
Colleen-
In
The rich
Winter
Of
My youth.
(Nov. 1999)
{Defined As Body} {Curve Against Me} {Nature's Child}
{Curiosity's Fire}
{Honey} {top of page}