GOOD LOVE DOESN'T HURT
Thumb prints tap tentatively,
along a message board discontent
each strike; letter, vowel,
consonant, sound- your note,
crumbles and crumbs, destitute
of familiar and natural intent
then you say, "Whatever you want-"
I want to speak your name,
gliding on hidden secrets
the way dandelions whisper,
white wishes through an open
field of wide, blue-eyed daisies.
I want to sink inside seduction,
diving down lemon dewy layers,
chasing the smooth taste of silent
words, sliding down My throat
while smoldering in Your belly.
Go on...
catch me wild, stolen
starved by your amorous gaze
across a table draped and bare,
where we’re far enough to burn
slow... tension... between
but still sizzle nearby and behind
amber, inferno eyes.
I want to gaze black cherry wine
with just the right amount
of burgundy buzz dripping off
my fingertips, have you drink
my dreams and drunk on rich,
ruddy thoughts, wondering
and waiting, if I feel it too..?
I want to share the scent and language
of infinity- speak in silver stained
tongues that slips off lips and sails
into stars, a collision of measurable
proportion! Our sacred silhouette,
complicated yet our entwined design,
proves perfectly fitted-
Sleeved and gloved, silken wrapped
tongues; capture, enrapture, a moment,
a beat- Our Hearts Speak, in ways
that move in sink and rhythm,
a touch and squeeze, taut and firm
or simply still, sweet nestled love...
I want to laugh so hardbthat one of us
snorts out loud- Yes, it's embarrassing
but it’s so funny we just keep laughing
and laughing... and laughing...
That's right,
can you ingest such curiosity into a
new world of discovery, take on
Full Body Memory, deep inside
the others interpretation?
Can you sense me long and tender,
without time, intent or destination
but only quiet, calm concentration...?
Can you withstand eternity and soak
your sorrows into ripened earth,
like how rose powder perfume falls
onto fresh and softened skin..?
Can you know my name naked,
surrender onto crimson kisses
stained, in full bloom..? I want
to be Discovered - Discovering you.
I want to excavate your mind
into wild orchid butterflies, scoop
up your dreams like blueberry pie.
I love blueberry pie...
I want to know enough about you,
that I am secure Inside - You.
That I may give of my precious self
freely, without hesitation or resolve-
I want to be silent expansion,
close and cozy, chuckling
with the funny parts and crying
with the tender parts.
I don't know...
Maybe kiss away a few tears
or just feel the tenderness
of another's heart beating in time
with mine-
Can that happen..?
Can we fall free and unabashed
into the blood and bones,
the anatomy of safe and secure love?
What do I want..?
I want to slip into you and stow away
I want to sleep long and deep and
calm and beautiful.
I want to Love, deeply and completely.
What I want, All that I want
is a simple moment, quiet and still
and somehow, be changed
in a very good way.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Good Love Doesn't Hurt, ©2016
Poems from Passions
Thumb prints tap tentatively,
along a message board discontent
each strike; letter, vowel,
consonant, sound- your note,
crumbles and crumbs, destitute
of familiar and natural intent
then you say, "Whatever you want-"
I want to speak your name,
gliding on hidden secrets
the way dandelions whisper,
white wishes through an open
field of wide, blue-eyed daisies.
I want to sink inside seduction,
diving down lemon dewy layers,
chasing the smooth taste of silent
words, sliding down My throat
while smoldering in Your belly.
Go on...
catch me wild, stolen
starved by your amorous gaze
across a table draped and bare,
where we’re far enough to burn
slow... tension... between
but still sizzle nearby and behind
amber, inferno eyes.
I want to gaze black cherry wine
with just the right amount
of burgundy buzz dripping off
my fingertips, have you drink
my dreams and drunk on rich,
ruddy thoughts, wondering
and waiting, if I feel it too..?
I want to share the scent and language
of infinity- speak in silver stained
tongues that slips off lips and sails
into stars, a collision of measurable
proportion! Our sacred silhouette,
complicated yet our entwined design,
proves perfectly fitted-
Sleeved and gloved, silken wrapped
tongues; capture, enrapture, a moment,
a beat- Our Hearts Speak, in ways
that move in sink and rhythm,
a touch and squeeze, taut and firm
or simply still, sweet nestled love...
I want to laugh so hardbthat one of us
snorts out loud- Yes, it's embarrassing
but it’s so funny we just keep laughing
and laughing... and laughing...
That's right,
can you ingest such curiosity into a
new world of discovery, take on
Full Body Memory, deep inside
the others interpretation?
Can you sense me long and tender,
without time, intent or destination
but only quiet, calm concentration...?
Can you withstand eternity and soak
your sorrows into ripened earth,
like how rose powder perfume falls
onto fresh and softened skin..?
Can you know my name naked,
surrender onto crimson kisses
stained, in full bloom..? I want
to be Discovered - Discovering you.
I want to excavate your mind
into wild orchid butterflies, scoop
up your dreams like blueberry pie.
I love blueberry pie...
I want to know enough about you,
that I am secure Inside - You.
That I may give of my precious self
freely, without hesitation or resolve-
I want to be silent expansion,
close and cozy, chuckling
with the funny parts and crying
with the tender parts.
I don't know...
Maybe kiss away a few tears
or just feel the tenderness
of another's heart beating in time
with mine-
Can that happen..?
Can we fall free and unabashed
into the blood and bones,
the anatomy of safe and secure love?
What do I want..?
I want to slip into you and stow away
I want to sleep long and deep and
calm and beautiful.
I want to Love, deeply and completely.
What I want, All that I want
is a simple moment, quiet and still
and somehow, be changed
in a very good way.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Good Love Doesn't Hurt, ©2016
Poems from Passions
