#MicroPoetry Recap: May - June 2012

The summer months are upon us. We are sweating out all the toxins stored through the dark months, our skin's healthy glow will initiate the mating cycle and later kill us, as it morphs into cancer. Beauty and pain, isn't it amazing how they are often closely related?


After that sobering thought, now back to your regularly scheduled program, the last two months have been fairly productive for my pen. My muse loves warmth, and our unseasonably warm spring had her begging me to pull the images out of my head.


As always, all of these have previously been posted in Twitter and/or Facebook, but not always in the form you will read them today, as I do edit before I post these recaps. I am not sure if all of these can be considered #MicroPoetry because I am definitely blowing by the 140 Character limit of Twitter on some of them, so maybe I will just call them Tiny Poetry, which was actually a chapter in my Master's thesis, always ahead of the curve.


 Enjoy! 

#MicroPoetry: May - June (2012)

Blue jeans
Blood blackened
Fresh flesh
Exposed
Pulsing
His heart
Pounding
Her heart
Quiet
She
Held him

Nuzzled to nape of neck

Cloaked by strands of silk

Shrouded by the scent of mischief

Skin
Bare
Wearing a sweltered sheen
Eyes
Naked
Fixated on open window
Mind
Pure
Negotiating with God for a breeze

Took the long way
Affixed to an old two lane beneath the supermoon
Lamenting over the lack of smoke in my wake

Air
Thick
Muddled with magnolia and summer steam
Humidity held in cement pores
Released as sun heated horizon

He bit her plump lower lip
Lovingly
A gentle reminder
Of love's inherent pain

 

I woke-up in a still-frame
Trapped
Feet buried in seventy’s shag
Avocado appliances holding young arms

My silent screams
Unheard

Pre-dawn sanctuary lit by candles
Creating shadow movies
Misused sheets
Damp and displaced
Support pillows
Abandoned
Love’s indentions
Still present

Hours after sunrise

My mind

Random

Dives into taboo daydreams

Deep

Writes stories

Holds the line

Takes tales from inception to resolution

Explores detail and nuance

Shakes loose fantasy to ponder now

She danced in her rearview
Shook off afternoon sleep
Sang hushed songs when no one was watching
Fixed her hair when she realized eyes were on her

There is a sadness

When sheets are pulled taunt

Pillows fluffed

Wrinkles swept from underused blanket

All while the sun still sleeps

I relive conversations and failed connection points
Stories fragmented and nervous
But I could paint her face from memory
If I had a brush and talent

She painted I love you on his chest
Her brush
A wanting finger
Her paint
Devoured before it could dry

You sparkled when I looked at you

I moved in closely so you could feel my words on your skin

You reciprocated by amplifying my passion

Rain came
Introduced by scent of wet concrete and lazy thunder
Leaves and limbs bow in reverence

Your words
Shed clothes
Tender flesh
Exposed
Scars and all
Leave me feeling complete
Broken yet whole

Slivered moon

Suspended

In May’s obsidian sky

Just west of muddy waters

Above homogenized houses and my bed

Hospital corners and a vacant sign

I dreamed in words whispered

With insidious intent

Me

Parting petals

You

Fingers full of hair

I woke red-eyed

From red dreams

Anima overwhelmed by animus

Self threatened

Hidden rage trembles fingers

But conscious mind calms

She said shower and he went to work
Painting pictures of petals he had never seen

Focusing on the trickle of water that fell from her flower

I thought of her
Constantly
Painting her lips
Full
Kissable
Tracing the lines of her face
As if pencils were fingers

She
Spoke
Softly
Allowing each word
To float from tongue
Like feathers from a freshly fluffed pillow
Falling
Slowly
Like lovers
Who prefer movies to moments

Streets sleep
While cardinals dance with metropolitans
Rams hide from heat
And blues are replaced by a summertime rag

The Air
Coated my skin
Reminded me
Of thick summers
The smell of hot Pine
And Sweet Azalea
Of Ruby Jane’s

Ever present smile

And innocent giggles

I
Sat
Silently
More ears than mouth
Listening to conversations of lovers
And dreaming myself inside their words

I

Watched

Her tongue

Move around teeth

Savoring every drop

As if vital to her existence

Pulled
From the place
Where dreams go to hide
I greet the morning
With malicious mind and sinister smile

Slept late
Trapped in a flashback
Your breath on my neck
Midnight moon and hot kisses
Gentle whimpers of controlled want

And I
With crab claws wrapped in velvet
Hold tight
Pull you inward
Allow the touch of your skin
To penetrate my shell

Low sky drive
Wind buffeting
Her voice transfigured
Rises as human’s
Descends as angel’s

She toyed with opposites
Slow trickle of a solitary ice cube
Moving down aroused flesh
Heat of her tongue as she traced cold trail

I awoke
To you smiling up at me
Begging for me to play

And you with closed ears
Navigate human bodies
Flesh
Like you navigate mannequins
Plastic
Your face
Dead
Your eyes
Refuse to catch mine

 

He sat zombie eyed
Forward focused
But
Had he canine ears
They would have turned
Pointed in the direction of words
Of Communication
Of engagement
He wanted it
But
He had been tamed

I like to watch the city wake-up
Proud patrons
Gyrate through a sea of similar souls
Jockeying for position
As if crosswalk curbs
Were metaphor
For lowest rungs on life's ladder

We watched the city unravel
Desegregate itself under a summer night sky
Moving in masses towards manufactured sounds of war
All hopeful for a glimpse of brilliant explosions juxtaposed against cloudless black backdrop

Their tongue
Enthralling
Elongated vowels
Stretched across city streets
Offered pleasantries with freshly thawed smiles