GOOD LOVE DOESN'T HURT
Thumb prints tap tentatively
along a message board discontent.
Each strike of;
letter, vowel, consonant sound
crumbles and crumbs,
destitute of familiar and natural intent.
Then I hear you say, "Whatever you want.”
I want to speak your name
gliding on hidden secrets
the way dandelions,
whisper yellow dreams
through open fields of wide
blue-eyed daisies.
I want to sink inside seduction,
dive down lemon dewy layers
chasing the taste of words
sliding down My throat
yet, still 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
to burn slow... tension...
between but still flame
nearby and behind
amber inferno eyes.
I want to gaze black-cherry wine
with just a right amount
of burgundy buzz dripping
off my fingertips.
Have you drink my dreams
drunk on rich ruddy thoughts
wondering and waiting,
if I feel it too..
I want to share the scent,
the language of infinity-
speak in silver tongues
that slip off lips and sail
into stars.
A collision of immeasurable
proportion!
Our sacred silhouette,
complicated yet,
our entwined design,
proves perfectly fitted-
Silken wrapped kisses
sleeved and gloved,
captures, enraptures,
a moment,
a beat-
Our Hearts Speak-
in sync and rhythm,
a touch, a squeeze,
taut and firm or simply,
just sweet nestled love...
I want to laugh so hard
that one of us snorts out loud-
(Probably me)
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 a Full Body Memory
deep inside the other’s interpretation?
Can you sense me long and tender
without time, intent, or destination?
Can you withstand eternity and soak
your sorrows into ripened earth
like how rose powder perfume
falls onto fresh clean skin?
Can you know my name, naked
and surrender onto crimson-stained
kisses 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 feel secure inside- you.
That I may give of myself,
precious and 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 want to be touched, deeply,
feeling depths unknown-
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, unabashed
into the blood and bones,
into 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,
calm and beautiful.
I want to Love deeply,
completely.
All I really want,
is a simple moment quiet and still
and somehow,
be changed in a very good way.
- Tiny Poet, Good Love Doesn’t Hurt, 2016
along a message board discontent.
Each strike of;
letter, vowel, consonant sound
crumbles and crumbs,
destitute of familiar and natural intent.
Then I hear you say, "Whatever you want.”
I want to speak your name
gliding on hidden secrets
the way dandelions,
whisper yellow dreams
through open fields of wide
blue-eyed daisies.
I want to sink inside seduction,
dive down lemon dewy layers
chasing the taste of words
sliding down My throat
yet, still 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
to burn slow... tension...
between but still flame
nearby and behind
amber inferno eyes.
I want to gaze black-cherry wine
with just a right amount
of burgundy buzz dripping
off my fingertips.
Have you drink my dreams
drunk on rich ruddy thoughts
wondering and waiting,
if I feel it too..
I want to share the scent,
the language of infinity-
speak in silver tongues
that slip off lips and sail
into stars.
A collision of immeasurable
proportion!
Our sacred silhouette,
complicated yet,
our entwined design,
proves perfectly fitted-
Silken wrapped kisses
sleeved and gloved,
captures, enraptures,
a moment,
a beat-
Our Hearts Speak-
in sync and rhythm,
a touch, a squeeze,
taut and firm or simply,
just sweet nestled love...
I want to laugh so hard
that one of us snorts out loud-
(Probably me)
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 a Full Body Memory
deep inside the other’s interpretation?
Can you sense me long and tender
without time, intent, or destination?
Can you withstand eternity and soak
your sorrows into ripened earth
like how rose powder perfume
falls onto fresh clean skin?
Can you know my name, naked
and surrender onto crimson-stained
kisses 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 feel secure inside- you.
That I may give of myself,
precious and 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 want to be touched, deeply,
feeling depths unknown-
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, unabashed
into the blood and bones,
into 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,
calm and beautiful.
I want to Love deeply,
completely.
All I really want,
is a simple moment quiet and still
and somehow,
be changed in a very good way.
- Tiny Poet, Good Love Doesn’t Hurt, 2016