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 after the smooth taste of silent words
Sliding down My throat but smoldering in Your belly.
Go on...
Catch me wild-
Stolen and starved by your amorous gaze,
Across a table draped and bare-
Where we’re far enough away 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, lavender tongue
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 hard one of us snorts out loud-
(Most likely me!)
Yeah, 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 a 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,
Soak your sorrows into ripened earth,
Fresh and open like how rose powder perfume
Falls onto fresh and softened skin..?
Can you know my name naked-
Surrender onto crimson-lipped 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,
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 it 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.
All I want-
Is a simple moment,
Quiet and still
And somehow, be changed-
In a very good way.
- J. Circosta
Poems from Passions
- Good Love Doesn't Hurt, ©2016
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 after the smooth taste of silent words
Sliding down My throat but smoldering in Your belly.
Go on...
Catch me wild-
Stolen and starved by your amorous gaze,
Across a table draped and bare-
Where we’re far enough away 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, lavender tongue
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 hard one of us snorts out loud-
(Most likely me!)
Yeah, 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 a 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,
Soak your sorrows into ripened earth,
Fresh and open like how rose powder perfume
Falls onto fresh and softened skin..?
Can you know my name naked-
Surrender onto crimson-lipped 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,
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 it 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.
All I want-
Is a simple moment,
Quiet and still
And somehow, be changed-
In a very good way.
- J. Circosta
Poems from Passions
- Good Love Doesn't Hurt, ©2016
