Queen to the King

You are ferocious
A king lion

A man unshaven

I spent hours in the royal bed
and have swung through your jungle,
but you don't know me at all

A queen,
I am under these covers
My jewels sparkle through my clothing
Hungry eyes, like yours, don't see them

You are a strange predator
I think to myself
As I run freely to and from you
without any opposition


The things we do are a luxury to the commoners
We surrender ourselves to bodily pleasures
Unchain ourselves from the shackles of the cerebral

My majesty it excites me that you cannot see
                      ME
The powerful woman fully clothed in formal elegant attire,
outside this bed, with a mouth full of eloquent verbiage

The day has come I’ll return no more
through your doors of carnage
 and into your arms that have pleased just the body

I sit on my thrown,
imagining for just a moment
how you might handsomely rest on your own
wondering if it is possible you discharged
a caring thought into the universe:
Who is that beauty really?

Love to Death

She set our bed a flame
and left me cold.

Those lava-colored eyes are much more striking than mine.

You were hypnotized.
    So in love-
    love-struck!

My love,
I too,
     have been struck by her knives,
then
by your lies


           She is the love-devil.
 
You say she excited you,
Her evil words delighted you
Her curses aroused you

          ----Now I curse you---

While you lay in the debris of you and she
I see her image pulling on the sheets of
my bed while I try to sleep.
Her demonic stares are deep and lusty.


In the
wildest,
thickest,
greenest
jungle

I am the lush, carnal creature wanting bodily pleasures/ she’s a blood thirsty tiger that never backs down.

                   +We prepare to engage in a fight to the death.+

Only one woman will walk from this arena,
triumphantly holding the other's beating heart.

Before the show begins I sit before a mirror
Watching as the other women admire me

They braid my hair back
My eyes sparkling with a glittery shadow
Lotion is rubbed onto my skin

I dress in leather,
wrapped in lace
and spiked belts

                              She approaches/ I approach/ We approach.

Our eyes lock.
                  A bell has rung!

      The
battle
      commences

This Poem is Not About You

Write poetry all 
over me with your
pinches and tickles. 

Push my buttons
make the images
pour from my pen.

Squeeze yourself
into my dreams
and fantasies.

Kiss me hard 

like you mean it 

and ill scribble 

it into forever.

Cleanse of the Heart

I imagine 

myself 

cleansing 

away 

the pain and letting 

it

all 

wash

down 

a 

river. 

I see your reflection

in the sunlit water 

I hear your voice 

loud and slowly 

disappear into a whisper

beneath the pouring sound

You are gone.

The water 

rushes threw my legs, 

hair sopping wet, 

heart 

dripping 

tears 

and 

draining 

thoughts.

The light warms my body

I feel weightless 

hopeful,

feminine, 

and powerful.

I am here. 

I press my fingers to the sky.

I feel all the love inside me.

I am cleansed.

I Think I Love You..I'm Leaving

Why did you treat me this way? 

WOUNDS 

Can I let you miss me like this and walk away? 

CHANGE 

Who calls me just to tell me how crazy I make him? 

DESIRE 

How will I forget and recover? 

HEART 

When the passion dies between two bodies where does it go? 

DISINTEGRATES 

What does it look like when it is revived in the eyes of another lover? 

REAWAKENING BEAUTY

Flooding

This is a repost from 2008. My friend recently asked if I had a favorite poem. This is certainly one of them

FLOODING
Large drops of rain
Don’t just drip,
But roll and twist
Around sopping wet
Curls.

She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else

Twisting her body
spewing random prose
packed with venom
Her seductive whispers
pierce through
the tropical storm

When her eyes catch
a familiar victim
immediately she is horrified
when she is caught
wildly dancing
to thunder and lightening
during a flood warning

Photo by wallpoper 

A galaxy of shells

A galaxy of shells

shine like stars

on the floor in the dark

We glare passionately,

exchanging strikes

of the eye,

each with its own code

The open door is split

down the center

The windows

have been

blown

out

These are the consequences of eruptive behavior

It’s fiery HOT in here

We’ve been destructive

AFFLICTIONS:

strike,

bite,

blow,

cuff,

collide

Created an inferno

in this pressure tank of a bedroom

with a raging, love

that’s like a machine gun

Battle Scars

A blow torch was taken to our love..

It burned 

blue, 

blue, 

blue.

I saw an image of 2 lovers 

       in a carnal battle

A fight to the death of hearts

A power struggle of the minds,

One with emotional nuclear-like weapons.

The other with a dangerous intellectual sword.

It was a deadly combination

An exchange of vows 

we guarded,

locked up,

turned up the pressure,

pushed buttons and it detonated.  

In just seconds it disintegrated

floating off in the form of smoky clouds

In a bed alone I lie

I’m floating on 

the black blankets 

rolling before my eyes

Counting the little scars 

I feel tingling on my flesh

Writing our saga into a book of history,

a manual to help win the next battle 

Game

These stilettos resemble 

       football cleats 

caked 

                with mud and blades 

        of grass.

         Beaten up, 

this game has got me 

on highs and lows... 

Going 

       game 

          for 

  game 

until I get tackled

      by the one 

          that 

     makes me

hang my jersey up.

Shelter

His kind of love is

a weapon of mass destruction. 

He falls over and over 

destroying the hearts of 

crowds of the most innocent 

         women. 


He is a terrorist,

a heartless beat,

with a mind set to reach

a point of detonation

in 5,4,3,2...

tick*

BOOM!!!!




Danger... danger... 

follows me

danger... danger...

I cut my connections.

There is nothing stranger

than the thought of another

knowing my wiring.





You found me on this 

dance floor that feels more like

a bomb shelter

you don't know me

I've lost my phone and ID


Smudged eyeshadow 

shimmery darkness 

across my cheek bones

resembling the aftermath of a blast




In your arms 

I find a bomb shelter..***

And on my lips  you taste 

the residue of an explosive passion 

that is not ours...