With Lust

With Lust

(didn't know I had these many in the attic!)

lust
seduced me into a moment of unfaithfulness
drawing in my wandering gaze
your fingers 
felt reaching out to me in a dimly lit hallway
running sinfully through my hair
filling my mind with a myriad of thoughts
social
historical
carnal 
poetic thoughts

door left ajar
low light seen on the night stand
creeping
again
along the dimly lit back hallway 
not wanting to get caught red handed
satisfying my moment of gratification

but
I couldn't help myself

was transfixed
mesmerized  
lusting
when I saw the first three lines of your poem

fever pitched curiosity 
hating the term
"nosey"
but it is what it is
and that's alright

the first three lines of your poem
s...

Yesterday's Menu

maybe

if stars were aligned then
and my fingers were crossed
all my piggy bank coins 
emptied into the wishing wells at the mall
clicking the red heals of my converse sneakers
closing my eyes
wishing
I were home with you

maybe

some moments would find us in the kitchen
at the dinner table
feverishly exchanging stanzas in notebook pads
tit for tat
holsters empty
shells of verbs
adjectives
nouns found on the carpet
quiet storm smooth grooves in the background
incense igniting the mood in soft misty clouds

maybe

in the kitchen
at the dinner table
a gluttonous glance 
the menu would have been
you
five courses
could be more
toss salad
entree 
gravy dripping on my shirt
I didn't mean to be so messy in my haste to 
consume the evening meal

Touche

(last one... back to the business of being a well-behaved poet)

I was not really unfaithful
or having a cheating moment
a relapse of the days
or more like
uneven
but gloriously blissful
intoxicating and
unapologetic nights
when I came to her shores to sow my wild oats

and you 
up and about
doing this
doing that
no unusual expression on your face 
as I sat here
ashamedly and apologetic about my 
unintentional moment of unfaithfulness

not sure what lit the fuse
something on the TV
something out of the blue made me think of her 
and that moment 
or
moments we shared so long ago
when I got up early
to make donuts with extra oats
and whole wheat 
we were very health conscious then

her smell
her touch
the aroma of the aftermaths 

Old Testament

pouring down
like the Noah forty day downpours
covers my earth
overflowing my seas
blackness
my vision
nothing can be seen
 
your touch
sends signals to my brain
bypassing detour signs
and blinking street lights along the way
just missed a collision
something coming from the other direction
ignoring speed limits
 
lightning strikes
unseen
thunder stirs my silence
a momentary twitch
and I am upright 
once again
 
floods
I hear the waves outside
calling my name
public address announcer
SCREAMING

"next"
 
it ends
blackness gone
the carnage lay before me
seas
recede back to the arid of yesterday
 
your touch
signals returns acceptable speed limits
pedestrians
green...

Crayons

it is the morning after
the sunlight finds us purple
where hours before I was blue
and you were a red
black on the left 
white on the right
blending into a beautiful shade of gray
and when the morning came
a wonderful box of crayons we became
because I loved you
and you loved me
together
we melted the whole box on the steamy radiator
our portrait
is where we lay

She Made Love To Me

(Last one for The Poetess...)

she made love to me
 
I couldn't help myself
my will was weak
my spirit
vulnerable to impending moments of passion
let me tell you all about it
 
she wanted to make love to me
but didn't know how
and after the evening meal was consumed
we sat in the living room
together
looking at each other
two restless panthers in a circus cage
feeling each other out
looking for the perfect opportunity to gain an advantage
 
the Smokey Robinson CD never fails
but it did tonight
 
the incense and candles
would always have us on the floor
knocking over chairs
lamps
anything that wasn't nailed down
prompting knocks on the door
or the floor
from angry neighbors downstairs
 
but tonight
she wanted to make love ...

It Was All Too Good To Be True

you
 
in that hip-huggin’ black dress
just lookin’ for me to
lock my arms around your waist
and hold you tighter than a crack addict holds his habit
 
your hair
flowing freely
softly
just lookin’ for my fingers to examine each long
delicate
golden brown strand
 
your eyes
hungry
hypnotic
big
brown
beautiful
expressing to me without words
your every hidden desire
your desire for me to
touch you
to hold you
to love you
and love you
AND LOVE YOU!!!
 
then
 
your lips
symmetrically perfect
brown sugar and cinnamon
drew close to mine
and your voice
soothing as the summer breeze
whispered to me
 
“there is no God...”
 
then
m...

Caribbean Jones

(Poetess - found two more... will post, before they revoke my Poetry Vibes license... :-)

damn
this was an easy poem to write
 
looking into your eyes
seeing sparkling
dancing
cool white foam waterfalls
crystal clear ocean waters
 
my toes
sinking deeper into the
soft sand of your shores
 
yeah
this poem was no trouble at all
 
watching
two white hot bolts of lightning
dangerously flashing within your Caribbean skies
parallel
dancing for a while
never once intersecting
causing continuous claps of thunder
 
Greek gods
making mythological love in the heavens above us
and the worlds rejoice in their union
 
I know your name ain’t
Jones
just happened to see the name
Jones
sitting all by its damned self
 

In Silence

(dusting off stuff in my attic for The Poetess... I think I have a few more)

in silence
in the cool of the evening breeze
I gazed at you with insatiable intent
emotions igniting actions overriding sensibility
I reached out to hold you as close as is scientifically possible
anxiously awaiting
as the tips of my fingers
slowly
investigated the nape of your neck
the smoothness of your shoulders
the curves of your back
reporting its pleasures to my brain
in silence
amidst star induced illumination
with unmistakable intent
my lips searched for yours
finding the tenderness spoken of centuries ago in
Shakespearean
and Ovidean sonnets
in silence
in the warmth of the moment
I loved you without regret or resignation
exploring all of you
enjoying the slow
blissful voyage
afraid that you would vanish in the nex...

If You Let Me Love You Tonight

(**The Poetess made me pull this one out of my attic... **) :

if you let me love you tonight
I promise to be gentle with you
to give you hours of pleasure 
to last the whole night through
I’ll take you to a land of love 
but only if you want me to
...if you let me love you tonight

if you let me love you tonight 
you will be so glad that you came
I’ll gently and patiently kiss 
every inch of your frame
such an experience you'll feel 
you'll start calling my name...
...if you let me love you tonight

when was the last time 
you've been treated like a queen?
to have your mind explode in colors 
that you've never before seen?
and once it's all over 
I know you'll ask for more
I have so much in store
for you...
...if you let me love you tonight...