#poetsanonymous

Settle down and set your mind

On those who don’t mind the asinine

Antics, play to the ones who want

Whatever rubbish you fling around

Like Oscar the Grouch on speed

Don’t need my reaction or to pick

My brain about anything relating

To you…or anything else for that matter.

Perplexing how she doesn’t make

The connection, too blinded by her own

Obsession to see the disturbing

Absurdity; surprised the hotheaded

Jealousy queen isn’t demanding

No alluding to me in her company

Let alone not to beg for scraps

Of my attention so blatantly.

No it is taken out on me.

Mr. Look-Ma-No-Hands-Geometry

Once again getting off scot-

Free to try wrangling up a triangle

Obtuse scalene obscene.

– All you’ll get from me is this poem you will never read

Grabby grasping

Gotcha gasping shared

Air, heavy breathing in time

Sweat beading on brows raised

Gazing down on one kneeling

Aquiver in quiet anticipation

Hands snaking their winding way

Lips clamoring for a climactic taste

Savoring like they have starved

Until this delicious moment

Deep dish best served

Steaming hot

Shaken and stirred and

Slammed on the rocks

Diligent derring-doer

Don’t stop

Let’s connect

Feel the raw appeal

The ravage-me zeal

From me to you and

Back again–traversing

Curvature, taking soft turns

Follow the plunge

Plunder what wonders await

Excavate until unearthing

Steamy quaking caves

Everything else falls away

When concentrating on pleasures

Rapturous treasures that lay

On display for dreamy driven

Desire-riven

Lovers to claim

Game Night

Play with me

In ways only you know how

Tickle my fancies first delicately

Then in ever upping urgency

Stretched out before you

Twister for two

Stripping off layers each turn

Connect the dots; search out

And push every erogenous zone

Won’t pass go until you

Say so…x’s and o’s

Three (or more) in a row

You make me lose count

The amount and vehemence

Mount as we melt

Into mind-melding bliss

Yes both of us win

When we wager like this

Guide these trembling hands

Until they’re intrepid explorers

Discovering every delicious

Plot twist, kiss every part

Exposed and uncover the rest

Caress and coax with fluid

Moves flowing naturally

I want all of you

Beside me, on me

Inside me let you

Under this skin

Scratching every itch

Far beyond the surface

Make me wriggle with ecstasy

Take my breath, breathe it

Back with tingly heat

Give it to me, come with me

Tease until we break exquisitely

Each other’s release

Grinding, riding

An explosive hide and seek

Learning to lean

Into every curve

Embrace the imperfections

Find beauty where I used to see

Only scars and marks

Moles and rolls

Pimples and dimples

Doesn’t mean they’re no more

But makes it easier to be

In this skin and better appreciate

What all this body can do

Touched

I don’t want a lot

Until I do…what to do with

My moody to-and-fro self?

When the longing for more

Starts to grow, so does the guilt:

Of being a restless mess,

An incorrigible ingrate,

A wide-eyed whore

So I try to ignore every craving till

I get so thirsty, I drink too much

So hungry, I devour too much

So sleep-deprived, I crash too hard

Falling too far to connect

The dots back to start

Only sensing I was trained

Somewhere between being treated

Like a precious commodity and

Denied any actual affection

Maybe one cannot die of touch

Starvation, yet this feels like

Afterlife

Stimulation

“I’ll die if you touch me”

He cried like my slight hands

Might be capable of some insidious

Sleight–plotting devious designs

To singe into his skin, tactile

Cyanide through every pore

Chloroform injection

Photosynthetic shriveling

Unsuspecting on the vine

Time-lapse photos developing

Damage detected once free from

Darkroom’s glaring red light

As if he expected revenge exacted

For countless inconspicuous scars

Marred beyond my flesh

Fresh even as eons have gone by

Eroding the once-lusty

Will to flourish and thrive

You touched me

I died

Inspired by a prompt from @definegodliness

My two cents on our matter is I never want us to change. Here’s a penny for your thoughts. Perhaps the other is lucky, and you feel the same.

J.c.A.

The open sky seeks the sun. The ocean tides thirst for the moon. Of the stars? They long for nothing. They exist to shine for you.

J.c.A