The Garden, Revealed (Edit #3)
Sweat pools above
Your trembling lips...
...One thumb tumbles down
Along your cool nape...
...As digits
Slide o'r
Sizzling flesh,
I'm unbolting the lock
Of your closed
Garden gate...
...In comes the exotics!...
The stimulants loom...
...Your clusters expand,
As a night flower blooms.
So muddled, I fall in
Amongst raveled
Roots!...
...Fingers search out
Your pageant of
Pleasures exhumed...
...Firstly striving for one,
Then, if not too tight,
I slide one more in
Your oh so slick delight...
...Sound of the ocean
Roars up in my ears!...
The something so
Holy
About your
Potent fields
Are why I so often
Will still reappear!
My ears stick up,
And my nose
Does a dance
In this heat wave of
Passion, and plenteous
Chance.
Sweat pools above
Your trembling lips...
...One thumb tumbles down
Along your cool nape...
...As digits
Slide o'r
Sizzling flesh,
I'm unbolting the lock
Of your closed
Garden gate.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
An Urge To Slip Beneath Old Skins
Rise up,
All those who've
Sunken down
Into the spongey,
Earthen ground!...
...I wish I could collect
Myself
In times of deep
Distress...
The urge to slip
Beneath old skins
Grows great
As hearts arrest.
Rise up,
All those who've
Sunken down
Into the spongey,
Earthen ground!...
We must face what
Evades the soul!...
...There's truths that
We deny...
Black shells are drying
In the sun...
...And soon
No place to hide
Will be left as
An option for
Our spirits on the
Run...
Rise up,
Right now,
While there's still
Some
Light that pours
Into
Your room...
...Air out your
Pockets!...
It's time to bloom,
And see what's on
The other side...
The day and night!...
...The black,
And white...
It's not that way...
...We have a crack
That we can climb
Through
If we try...
It's always waiting,
Ever so sly...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire