Always be tender…
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Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Oh, my imagination is on overdrive! I see luscious lips, passions reeling, and moistness. 😉
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Today I spoke to you in
a language so intense,
with more love than latin,
and most certainly french,
a language that feels,
as tongues speak of ecstasy,
and lips are guided by heart,
a veritable feast on
which to gorge,
yet never sated.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
It’s like the Benjamin Button of relationships. 🙂 Enjoy!
Silence
The house is silence now,
the children have left,
the silence isn’t golden my love.
——–
Loveless
Once love was needy and was demanded nightly.
Now the bed seem larger and a lonely place.
Your once sparkling eyes shine lightly now.
———
Pretty lies are still lies
Mutual needs brought us together,
we were held on by desperate words and needs.
I don’t see the need of eternal love in your tender and soft blue eyes.
In your eyes, I see the want to escape and depart our pretend paradise.
————-
Drink of me
Pretty woman whispered to me,
a pale moon light tonight and the sea is dancing peacefully.
Let’s allow the shade of love to over take us,
let’s dance and sing to the yearning moon my love.
John Castellenas/Coyote
Love’s Dreams Star-kissed Dance
Night’s soft music plays
Lost on mem’ries drifting breeze
Love’s dreams star-kissed dance
Sailing Paper Boats
Sailing paper boats
Adrift on dream’s starred ocean
Love’s safe harbour sought
Whispered on the Breeze
Whispered on the breeze
All my secrets told to you
Scribed in twilight’s hues
Held in Love’s Embrace
Held in Love’s embrace
Sipping moonlight’s ecstasy
Treasured moments shared
Turning in Circles
Turning in circles
Not wanting to run away
Love’s merry-go-round
Falling from the Stars
Falling from the stars
Flying on Love’s broken wings
Heartache’s lullaby
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Goff James – The Short of It’s very first featured poet on February 6, 2020 – is a grumpy eccentric; who, in the darkness of night plays with words and tries to write poetry. His musings display an interest in that which can be seen and unseen; that which is heard and unheard; and, all those things that go unnoticed in between.
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you lying there seductively
absently sliding your hands
along the crescents of flesh
my eyes following the outline
your coquettish movements
direct my focus
begging an imminent need
you’ve got my full attention, dear
presented like an item of food
needing sampled, tasted
fully devoured and consumed
but not too quickly
savored and relished
your form molded
around my tongue
bringing ecstasy to us both
we delight and feast tonight
for our tomorrows might be famine
such is the world
bestowed upon us
This piece speaks for itself…
walking side by side
like corpses that abide
abide by boredom
in ungraceful stride
awkward looks
routined ways
together trottin
like a pair of strays
their dying faces
at boring places
tell their story
of past gone glory
loneliness
galore
together
even a bigger bore
rejecting
true desire
afraid of sparks
igniting a fire
surprise surprise
it’s love’s demise
Who wouldn’t want to be caught up in this moment? 😉
Totems she left behind
what lost?
What gained?
cinereal clouds pierce cimmerian dusk
your fingers fastening in my hair
we interlaced in one another
le plus vieux pont, la plus jeune émotion
lineament of women,
crossing from mortal to sempiternal
drawing you to me, redolent with love-making
I empty myself inside you, like flowers plucked will dry
and retain their incense
your neck a budding posy of marble obsidian, onyx, malachite, rose quartz
pillowed thighs, yielding beneath entreaty
a woman is nectar, ambrosia, a mist on the breath of dusk
her center a temple to invoke
donne-moi ta soif laissez-moi vous rassasier
entreat the reciting of capture til we ripen into rapture
wordless in renewal you lend me promise,
I bestow the eternal endeavor turning metal dial,
through tempest comes outlying supplication of wireless reverie
Dormir sous les vagues
it’s 1999 again and we’re drying our wet socks on hot…
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what happened to our heat
you filled me with an ache
who would have thought you’d cheat
it was almost our death
as i began to hate
thanks, teach
i’ll never forget the date
i’ll never forget the act
on my heart it’s etched
as i detach
Feeling a bit transported with this song and these words, very uplifting. Thanks, John! As always, the romance in this piece is wonderful to immerse myself in! 🙂 Enjoy everyone!
Believe
Write on my bare skin, my dear poet, she whispered.
Allow your hands to make me feel like a masterpiece.
Show me, please make me believe.
I am the only one.
Please love me wrong, love me right.
Please whisper pretty words,
true or lies.
Promise me everything,
promise me nothing.
Make my brown eyes come alive with hope,
made my skin burn with desire.
dear poet,
let’s make this night perfect.
Paint a painting of a love,
that was sweet and attempted.
Let’s trick the gods,
show them.
You and I had found the utopia of the kiss,
the embrace.
Dancing Coyote
Definitely listen to the song while reading the poem – they go hand in hand oh so well! The greatest loves will bring the greatest pain, wouldn’t you agree?
The cursed lullaby
Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses.
You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante.
Willing to pay the price to touch sweet and tender skin, to make you smile.
I told you often,
I want to love you like there is no tomorrow,
I want to love you like we are the only people left.
I want us to divulge each other till we can’t no-more.
Love me once,
love me twice,
please love me three times.
Make me know softness,
make me know hardness,
Allow me to live and die in your eyes.
The cursed lullaby we know,
you and I.
Water and earth,
needs great storms for us to create tale and to know the sweetest kiss.
Old Poet recited to the dying moon.
Love be sweet, love be damned.
I remember you.
Johnnie/Coyote
