Poetry Appreciation (do NOT post your own poetry)

Forepray

Tonight I am on a pilgrimage.

I kneel before the bed
that is your pedestal,
gazing up at your image of
half-closed eyes and half-open mouth.
Like a good devout, I reach out to trace
the invisible skein of your senses,
fingertips trailing goosebumps
along your belly and inner thighs.

I bow my head to greet your other one,
beginning the slow litany of
caresses climbing your world-tree
using reverent lips that have
always chanted your name.
I speak in tongues that lick, flick
and swirl around in fervent worship,
until it is you that begs me
to take you inside the altar

that is my mouth.

-Rax

 

The Craving

I am craving a sandwich.

I can almost imagine
the tangy waft of
sweet and sour
mixed with the lather
of mayo spread between
sheets of creamy white bread
filled with pickles,
whole and crisp with its
firm texture rubbing
against my lips as it
slides into the folds of
red engorged tomatoes,
crevices awaiting exploration
by a greedy tongue
teasing black olives
into smooth tautness,
sucking into tenderness,
stabbing until it bursts into
the savory fluid thickness of
finely chopped cauliflowers,
dribbling juice on my chin,
eagerly lapping up
every drop, swallowing
every seed, until I devour
every imaginable pore
of the grainy bread.

-Rax

 

In Your Shade

I am a nomad–
running barefoot
on cracked earth,
chased by shadows within shadows
blood seeping across the sky,
harbinger of midnights winds
holding frozen knives at my throat.

You are a tree–
your branches vessels
cupping dreams of me
cradled in your shade,
my final resting place
where I can collapse at your feet,
slowly dying

to be planted by your side.

-Rax

 

Stab[bed]

I came with the violence of last night,
where we wrestled
on a crime-scene bed,
limbs entangling
underneath the sheets
in a tug-of-war with
the half-ripped clothes
we couldn’t wait to take off.

The fingerprint bruises
digging into your back
must’ve been my revenge
for how you pinned me down
and sliced my lips open
with your tongue,
muffling my cries
that begged you to

stab me
again
and again
and again,
charging my body with
multiple counts of ecstasy,
fracturing my voice
into whimpers as you

continue to beat me
into the sated stillness
of a moonless night,
perfect for covering up
your crime by carrying
my limp body and
burying it
in your arms.

-Rax

 

Worship

In worship
I kneel,
bow my head
to your
other one.
I touch
slowly,
kiss
softly
then I
lick, flick, swirl, suck,
all at the same time
until you call out
“god.”

-Rax

 

I will definitely share them when I find more gems like these.

 

True Freedom

True freedom and the end of suffering is living in such
a way as if you had completely chosen whatever
you feel or experience at this moment.
This inner alignment with Now is the end of suffering.
Is suffering really necessary? Yes and no.
If you had not suffered as you have,
there would be no depth to you as a human being,
no humility, no compassion.
You would not be reading this now.
Suffering cracks open the shell of ego,
and then comes a point when it has served its purpose.
Suffering is necessary until you realize it is unnecessary.
.
~ Eckhart Tolle

 

I guess it's safe to assume you both like the poem, huh? LOL

 

Axioms For Wildness

Alive to the thrill
Of the wild.

Meet the dawn
On a mountain.

Wash you face
In the morning dew.

Feel the favor of the earth.

Go out naked in the wind,
Your skin
Almost Aeolian.

With the music inside,
Dance like there is no outside.

Become subtle enough
To hear a tree breathe.

Sleep by the ocean,
Letting yourself unfurl
Like the reeds that swirl
Gradually on the sea floor.

Try to watch a painting from within:
How it holds what it never shows.

The mystery of your face,
Showing what you never see.

See your imagination dawn
Around the rim of your world.

Feel the seamless silk of the ocean
Worm you in ancient buoyancy.

Feel the wild imprint of surprise
When you are taken in by your lover's eyes.

Succumb to warmth in the heart
Where divine fire glows.



~ John O'Donohue
from To Bless the space Between Us

 

Words Do Not Come


words do not come
there is no need for profound utterances or
deep truths
here is an ordinary evening
why spoil it with dramatic overstatement

the silence amidst the noise
the gem at the core
of every experience
is polished by simple attention
into shining magnificence


~ Nirmala

 

A Voice of Love

Every second a voice of love
comes from every side.
Who needs to go sightseeing?

We came from a majesty,
and we go back there.


~ Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks
from Rumi - Bridge to the Soul

 

Beyond Myself


When my heart came to rule
in the world of love,
it was freed
from both belief
and from disbelief.

On this journey,
I found the problem
to be myself.

When I went beyond myself,
the pathway finally opened.



~ Mahsati Ganjavi
translation by David and Sabrineh Fideler

 

Described

I am in the most exquisite distress
astride you now,
sweating
feeling an impetuous volcano
strain at its peak
inside
wanting to explode
my sweetest self
all over you.

~ L. H. Kennedy​

 

Feel Me

Your fingers dip below my waist,
traveling at a sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for the thrill.

Your touch has me moaning,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I simply adore.

I feel it, I feel you,
as I crest on high.
Only you can take me,
on this incredible ride.

Baby, do it again,
and again and again.
I never get enough
of this delight sin.

~K.Y. Brevard

 

Generating Something Hot

Stroke me tender,
along every single inch.

Lick and carress me,
Baby, that's it.

Let's get lost in this
sensous haze.

Sexy feelings that
keep us dazed.

Moving in rhtymn,
Neither of us
can speak.

Until after we hit
that incredible
peak.

We pant in satisfaction,
both blown away.

By the fire we generate,
like a match hitting
hay.

Together, we generate
something so good.

When our eyes first met,
we understood.

As a matter of fact,
we simply knew,
that coming together...
Whew!

~K.Y. Brevard

 

Lay and Play

Lay me down,
get ready to play.

Do you have the
energy,
cause I got all day.

Lead me where you
want us to go,

I'm ready and willing,
let's take it slow.

~K.Y. Brevard