Amends ...
Her eyes, like embers blazing hot,
Emancipated me.
The prison of my married rot;
She came to set me free.
An ocean barred and held us bound,
Though miles, they mattered not.
The bonnie lass my heart had found
Secured a sacred spot.
We met in poesy swapping words;
Her husband was a star.
And I was in my cage as birds
Unfit to fly afar.
For many years, we both had stayed
In halls and walls; routine.
Amended edges, tattered; frayed-
A chopping guillotine.
However, life has hidden keys
And she was such a gift.
An open door, a welcome breeze
To give each wing a lift.
Permission bled to passion's plan
And over time, we fell.
The world of woman and of man
Has never heard the tale.
No Romeo and Juliet;
No cross of lover's debt-
My loving never sowed regret;
No worry or no fret.
The secret words of poetry
Exchanged became the way
We shared each other knowingly;
We kissed, caressed by day.
And though our lips would never touch,
The way we pleased the soul
Ensured my love for her as such-
We made each other whole.
Rekindled feelings blooming grand
Exonerated hope.
In written form, she took my hand
And helped me learn to cope.
Confessions never claimed the right-
Ability in rhyme.
Decisions plagued my heart at night-
I longed for us a time
To share the space of wedded bliss.
However, on the screen
Composed of all we had in this-
The way our love was seen.
So many letters we exchanged;
So many wonders sought.
And though at odds we were estranged,
Together love was wrought.
Compelled by something old as earth,
We clamored to the sun.
Repelled by gravity in worth,
To never be undone-
A husband and a wife to those
Who never read the truth.
But she and I, we gladly chose
The sanguine labeled proof-
And as forever she will be
My love that never ends-
What you call infidelity
I choose to call amends ...
Breathe
You wish to be calm, but your palms are sweating, and it takes all your concentration to keep breathing-
In,
Out,
In,
Out,
Why? Why do you feel so queasy? Why is your head swimming? Why is it getting harder for your shaky legs to keep you standing?
Why are you silent? You wish you could talk, but there's this lump in the back of your throat, and you doubt you would have been able to bring yourself to speak, anyway.
And how can they just keep walking? All around you, not even glancing up as they walk past. How do they not hear the loud beating of your heart?
How do they not-
How-
In,
Out,
You move, somehow, shaky and sweaty and cold, to the closest bathroom. You lock the door, and sit on the pleasantly cool, disgusting floor, and lean against the wall.
The sounds are muffled now, and the room smells more like cleaning products than any bathroom should, so much better than the world behind the door.
Somehow you don't throw up, and close your eyes,
Lean your head back.
In,
Out...
Feast of Flesh
Sugar lips.
Peach bottom.
Abs glistening in sweat that roll like honey biscuits
Champagne tingles - you know where.
Banana curves and firm, juicy flesh
Hidden beneath the thin skin of a grape.
Skin soft like white dough
And smooth like neufchatel cheese
Grate it with your nails.
Scratch deep, hard, and savagely.
Taste the moist cake of my body.
Suck the salt from me
Drink deep. Swallow.
Crawl up over succulent
Thick, thick drumsticks
Reach past wishbone hips and
Pause . . . there, and
Caress the space between the hanging bones.
Make a wish. But push instead of pulling.
Lay me out on your table.
Grab, scratch, grasp, bite
Away the tablecloth.
At museums, they tell you not to touch.
There are no such rules in my kitchen.
Indecent Exposure
It started with an idea, and a desire for mischief. Spontaneity and a thirst for adventure keeps the soul healthy. We always begin with a kiss. A test to feel if our bodies are in tune. To feel the energy of the other, and to know the intensity is mutual. I embrace her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, clasping the back of her neck as we breathe into each other. I can feel her heartbeat through the tips of her lips. I move down to her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, in the curve between her upper thigh and stomach. Carefully showing my appreciation for the gift of her naked body before me. I drop to one knee, draping her leg over my right shoulder. I never go to that coveted place immediately. I tease her, kissing the surrounding areas. Once I feel her hand on my head, making a fist with my hair, I know it's time. I breathe over it at first. The slightest sensation at this point is intensified. Finally I taste her. A singular taste that arouses me like nothing else. Gentle and slow at first. Circles, lines, horizontal, vertical. Cupping her breast in my left hand I squeeze and begin to move faster. My style changes. Figure eights and certain letters, each move calculated and preconceived. Her breathing becomes more rapid, her hand balls up tighter, pulling my hair. I know she's close. My movements become faster. Then I slow down, applying more pressure. She is on the edge, I speed up again. Her body pulses, her moans become louder. Her body tenses, tenses, then finally relaxes. I feel her leg quiver over my shoulder, I am certain of my success. I wrap her in my arms once again. Barely visible by the moon lit sky, we stand naked as one. Immersed in the sound of nature, we let the night breeze embrace our skin.
Sonnet 18, Too: Must I contrast you to a summer’s day?
Must I contrast you to a summer's day?
You are more beautiful and collected.
Tornados damage the lands within May,
Thus summer's rent is briefly infected.
At times the blazing sky torch heats too much,
And others, her yellow features clouded;
As rain from thunder storms grace us in touch,
In randomness, or poor weather shrouded;
But your forever summer must not die,
Nor lose ownership of the rain you bring,
Nor must Death boast you are caught in her sty,
When in eternity to Time you sing.
So long as humans thrive, or eyes read through,
So long as this poem lives, so, too, will you.
Propagation
The Origin
1- 1 When it began, the Goddess sang-
Existence made its way.
Explosions carved the universe
As She unfolded clay.
2 The earth held nothing in its form
Aside from empty dark.
The Goddess crafted sod and sea;
Her spirit made its mark.
3 The angels She created next-
Of wing and feral might.
Emblazoned with a fiery core,
An army willed to fight.
4 And then She said, “Come forth, the light!”
She saw that this was good.
Amazed, the ushered breath and beast;
She crafted earth and wood.
5 A separation of the void,
She called them night and day.
A sphere of fire to keep the morn,
A moon where dark would stay.
6 Upon the realm of Midgard’s turf
In waters rushing flow,
The Goddess spoke and ushered fish
Beneath the undertow.
7 Upon the lands, the angels flew
Ensuring life evolved.
The smallest to the greatest spread,
A manifest resolved.
8 The Goddess called her angels back,
Decreeing, “Be it so-
That all I make shall reproduce-
Increasing ebb and flow.”
9 And Midgard teemed with floral growth;
The fauna filled the land.
The angels blessed the beast and bird
As was their first command.
10 Although the world begotten brimmed
In life of every thing,
The Goddess felt an emptiness
Compelling her to sing.
11 A garden formed of lush delight
Encapsulating all
Invoked as She unleashed a song
And wrought mankind in thrall.
12 The major chords she ushered forth
Ensnared the dirt and mud,
And in her image came the first-
A human, flesh and blood.
Lilith and Adam
2- 1 And so it was, creation bloomed-
The Goddess placed her spark
Embedding every living thing
Between the light and dark.
2 Around the garden walked abroad
A woman of the earth.
The Goddess smiled at what she saw,
Creating in her mirth.
3 She called her Lilith, wrath of storm,
The Goddess lullaby.
She raised her up above the beasts;
The angels in the sky.
4 And though all pleasures she partook,
A sorrow swallowed whole.
The Goddess made the woman sleep
To form another soul.
5 The moment She began her song,
A rib from Lilith spurned
Another- man- as Adam came-
And passion in him burned.
6 Now, Lilith did not like the man-
He tried to rule her form.
But she refused his thirsty lust;
No, she would not conform.
The Descent
3- 1 Rejected, he walked through the wood
Until he heard a voice-
“Dear Adam, you have much to learn-
My son, you have a choice.”
2 The dragon, once called Lucifer,
Had fallen from a star.
Enticing Adam with his lies,
He whispered, “There you are!”
3 As Adam stood before the beast,
A newfound feeling swelled.
“What can I do to make her mine?
To make her heart compelled?”
4 “Oh, Adam, you have every right-
Absolve your flesh in her.”
The great deceiver coaxed his prey
And Adam would concur.
5 Unknown to either of the two,
The Goddess crafted more-
She called them dwarves and others elves,
The myths of ancient lore.
6 As it would be, a dwarf about
The garden heard the plan.
He raced to Lilith, full of fear,
And thus betrayed the man.
7 The garden, Eden it was called,
Invited Adam home.
And Lilith waited, open arms;
Beside her stood a gnome.
8 “So, Mother has created more-
And here you wait for me.
I have a tale to share with you-
An act to set you free."
9 Upon these words, the dwarf appeared
And angels flew below
Arresting Adam ere he stood,
For what, he did not know.
10 “What meaning do you have for this!
I am of Goddess craft!”
Ignoring him, they tied him up
And placed him on a raft.
11 As Lilith watched him float away,
She noticed in his grasp
A piece of fruit from off a tree
Secured within a clasp.
12 The crafty dragon then appeared
And freed the man to dine.
“The Tree of Good and Evil- yes!
Behold- it is now mine!”
13 Of all they were allowed to eat,
The fruit from off one tree
The Goddess had forbidden them-
It birthed eternity.
14 As Adam fled atop the beast,
An an angel came to guard
The entrance into Eden’s realm-
A blazing, shining shard.
15 The dwarves and elves rejoiced to see
The man depart their land.
As Lilith utilized her skills,
The Goddess found it grand.
16 A blessing over Eden’s girth,
Reviving all inside
And laugher flourished plant to plane-
A gift she would provide.
Fallen Angels and Adam’s Daughters
4- 1 Outside of Eden, Adam’s lust
Increased as he would find
A race of creatures, humanoid,
In which his loins would grind.
2 The offspring grew in wonderment
And angels fell from grace
The same as Lucifer had been,
Succumbing in that place.
3 As Adam had him many wives,
So, too, the angels took
To bed his daughters, full of sin,
Depicted in this book.
4 Abominations they produced,
The giants and monsters spawned
Devoured the outer world around
As evil newly dawned.
5 And still they could not enter in
The gates of Eden’s port.
The Goddess kept her promises
And Lilith ruled her court.
6 The angels, each a different brand-
A lion, and eagle, and
A bull defended Lilith’s woods-
And kept filth from her land.
7 For Adam daily tried his best
To take back all denied.
And yet the Goddess blocked attempts
No matter how he tried.
8 The dwarves and elves and other kind
Among the woodland’s hold
Arose to worship Lilith’s Queen
And forged the Goddess gold.
9 Too closely to the outside world
A few dwarves ventured near.
The monsters sensed the wealth and vowed
To offer hateful fear.
10 Again, day out and in, they tried
But Eden’s troupe prevailed.
It seemed a futile quest, indeed
For every time, they failed.
11 The dragon formed a vengeful plan,
And Adam fell in line.
No matter how they changed the course,
The Goddess proved divine.
12 And I would know, for She is me-
We are one in the same.
The garden holds a hidden myth,
And Lilith is her name …
Rosa Parks
Mother, movement, civil rights-
These words are not enough,
Praising her in darkest nights,
Convincing, brave, and tough …
Rosa Parks, in fifty-five,
December, chose to change,
Chance the tribulation’s jive
So things could rearrange.
Southern ranking prejudice,
Compounded in its fuss,
Valued in its edifice,
To force her on a bus
Placing her beyond the rear,
Despite an empty seat.
Rosa Parks removed her fear
And planted firmly feet.
Busses were a public choice,
A transportation screen,
Rosa spoke her mind and voice
But met with the obscene.
Driver called the cops and fueled
Requesting her arrest
On that day injustice ruled,
As “white laws” would attest.
She, a woman of great class,
Prevailing in her cause
Would not let such hatred pass-
Discrimination’s claws.
Peace and civil liberty,
She sought a greater good.
Stood to thwart hypocrisy
As truth was understood.
Rosa let the caged bird sing,
America would hear.
Dr. Martin Luther King
Responded in his cheer.
Jr. praised her every move-
Responsive in his pride,
Equal rights, the cog and groove-
They could not be denied.
Alabama, in the South
A woman rightly proved
Action spoke as freedom’s mouth-
“No, I shall not be moved.”
Thunder under foot about;
Her race marched to her roar,
Gentle lioness’s shout-
Abiding shore to shore.
Black and white, uneven two,
Until all joined as one-
Making grey the common hue
As justice would be done.
Statutes offered pressed in shape
But Rosa Parks declined
Separation’s falling drape
Created color blind.
Equal as no skin tone made
A man or woman less,
Virtuousity displayed
Her presence would confess.
Truly she was awe inspired
In civil movement’s flare.
Perseverance never tired-
She held the torch with care.
Raising still the blazing marks
If prejudice may call,
Thanks to those like Rosa Parks
Equality for all
Will not slip into the cracks
Of failure, sewn in thread
Joining hands of whites and blacks,
Together, breaking bread.
Rosa now has gone away,
A mother, matron, queen.
Victory is on display-
Equality is seen …
Truly missed, defeating plights-
A soul that kindles sparks,
“Mother of all Civil Rights”
For you, Mrs. Rosa Parks.