Worlds Away

what the nomad brought home

Invisible Tattoo

Revealed along the journey of a vernal, crescent moon,
He displays the backwards/forwards evolution
That brought him to the great meridian
Of the bed where we repose.

Like twin suns twisting ’round each other as we blaze
Our trail through the cosmos,
He and I go spinning off the sparks that glow with what we’re made of.
A crimson heat to speak for me, expansive…
My counterpart, a fuzzy, compact ball of fire,
Burning white and blue
And charging East
From here within my arms…
I reignite
For just a fleeting, cosmic moment;

My lover draws the same celestial banner I once twirled like a ribbon
As I spun from star to star.

With a crook of his poet fingers and laughter in his eyes,
He teases out the threads that weave forever
In the space-time fabric that envelops us this night,
And his incandescent flicker whispers on my skin
The tales he carries written on his own.
Shining brighter in his brilliance,
I burst with wonder
At his Red Giant reverie.




When the universe was new,
I too
Got lost like this.





So I beam as I incline my head over my renegade companion,
And here with tongue and fingertips,
I trace my silent prayer upon his back:


May his dreams not burn out red!…










*  Just as a brief explanation, despite the fact that I haven’t been too active on here in about half a year, this poem woke me up at dawn, and I felt compelled to post it here today.  It’s an autobiographical metaphor about, on the most basic level, discovering an unexpected affinity with someone during a casual encounter and remembering forgotten aspects of yourself.

I hope to get back to WordPress within the next few weeks.  Still very busy with my doctoral program, but I’m looking forward to reading what you’ve been up to, and I promise to answer the questions and respond to the comments you’ve left in my LONG absence.  Miss you all, and hope that everyone is well!

Cheers!
Laura

May 22, 2010 Posted by | Memories, Nostalgia, Poetry, Sex, Travel, Uncategorized, Woman | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Oral Fixation

Your name caramelizes
Like sugar on my tongue,
And air ignites with the
Sweet fire of cinnamon
As I hear you pray the syllables of my own.
Tongue collecting secret salt,
Mouth parts to steal a bit of milk,
Smile stretches to expose the teasing teeth
That bite into sinewy flesh
As muscles stretch and bone holds firm.
Your careful hand extends
To claim a prize
Of dripping fruit
Inside a cavern of exquisite thrills
While just before me lies
Allure of choicest loin to satiate
The deepest reaches
Of humid hunger.
But vanilla fingers slide past instead
To skim a handful of savory nuts —
Then sigh escapes as
Hazelnut eyes beg,
And untamed waves of honey hair
That cover coconut delights
Spill over chest
And abdomen
And thighs
As cherry lips descend
To savor juice
Of melting meat.

August 16, 2008 Posted by | Poetry, Sex | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments