Free Verse
Unbalanced
You pump me with passion.
Whirlwind and romance me
to utopia.
Emblaze swish and spin me
in a kaleidoscope.
Air lift and dazzle me
in white-hot spumy snow.
Color code and collide us
as I catch a full moon.
But now you've let me go.
I'm humming
singing
skimming
up a rose bowered path
sky gathering my swirling red skirt
sweeping a long distance sprint
to scatter your sunrise.
But help! Without you
I'm no one in particular
rocking
unbalanced
unsure...
Sobbing
I wait for your gentle arms
to pick me up
and pump me!
I beg you pump me!
Just please pump me!
Until once again
I'm a spinning top
giddy with your love...
Free Verse
Cliff of
Longing
She clings onto the curve
of your lips
her shock of windswept hair
hangs from a cliff of longing.
Below waves thresh on jagged rocks
as fish leap lusterware scales
in thrashing waves of her eyes.
How many others cling
like she does
to move high as tide rides
gasp at blowholes
to waves of magnificence
higher than the hunger
of seagull's screams
that hover over her bouffant hair
like the clouds above?
How many women think your lips
are fathomless sponge cushions
stuffed red-emperor-fish sweet
to murmur sea's throb
eddy effervescent saliva
split to smile
buoyantly rippled
hermetically sealed
and pooled into silver
by the moon?
How many other women
do you need to taste and breathe
while my best friend
hangs from a cliff of longing
terrified her waves
are only runnels in your
seaweed heart
Free Verse
The Gift
When I gaze at your
parting gift
and its beauty disrobes
before my eyes
I wonder why you gave me
a keepsake to dust, when
you gave me you
unadorned
so many times.
Besides, I have
lassoed
our laughter
nurtured
our nostalgia
and carefully kept our kisses
with other vehement memories
in dust free
muted places.
And on storm saturated days
when wind-shift parts
my ravished hair
with streaming rhapsodies
I harness our chariot
and ride Pastoral verdancy
thundering a climax
to Beethoven's Sixth
earth shattering
Symphony...
A
Synchronistic Poem*
Swimming Eyes
I look up
with my swimming eyes
your touch tingles with my breath's gasp
so fresh.
My heart a reservoir of love
cascades on crinkle fold of skin's
sweet warmth.
I'm an estuary of shore's curve
today the splash spumes hair's fall with
amore.
Now I free style with grateful arms
reach where fresh water drowns the salt
of tears.
I cradle arms on water's lap
rock-a-bye in baby blue's pool
like birth.
I step out on a mat of cream
remember sands should always gleam
but don't.
.......................................................
At dawn our
garden arch collapsed
I find an empty bird's nest line
soft wool.
I look up, turn of shower tap.
Today you travel home to me
at last.
