POEMS FROM PASSION
Written by - J. Circosta
Inside Each Other's Kiss
Listen-
For that life netted in your mouth, my love.
It's like how blue-eyed butterflies
kiss the tips of orange-lipped buttercups, she said.
Her voice was sweet,
like sounds of satin sung by sweet songbirds
singing their secrets and her praises of him.
She stood outstretched and raw,
just beyond his reach.
She whirred and whistled her liquid notes,
a soft spoken tune
Her pretty mouth can persuade such pleasing lips
to part that space defined behind universal eyes.
Silent tongues understand what is understood-
It was her longing,
that filled the neutral glaze of his soul.
He etched creation into the colors of her breath.
She carved her spirit into his bones-
He marked her frame with trails of gemstones;
Pink Opal, open-mouthed diffracted light,
orange, blue-green, magenta stolen night,
steeping,
steaming Sapphire skin holding each other close
with a longing desires grin.
Blue Moonstone Chandra night,
he charged all 10 horses a glorious white!
She laid open, ready, wide,
under Moonstone cluster's countryside.
Little whispers of his loving whimpers,
uttered sweet Lavender Jade.
His fragrance,
growing wild inside her plump red garden.
Blue Lace, honey dipped thighs
bare Ocean Jasper blush.
His scarlet, soaked fingertips sculpting,
painting, pulsing, scented blood-
Her sweet-salty stain swept underneath his clothes.
She unbuttons the underbelly of his love.
He took hold of her face,
dripping, awe-stricken wonder
Her eyes - Real Eyes.
Realize the meaning of his gaze.
Sip slowly, he said.
Be deliberate, coat your throat velvet.
Purple plum pleasures slip and scream Emerald Green!
Our heat,
embedded in the longest overture.
Our song,
suave and staccato in the wind.
Long... Deep... Breaths...
Breathing... Heaving... Chests...
Rest...
Rest.
Inside a red sea, joined collectively,
Inside Each Other's Kiss.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
For that life netted in your mouth, my love.
It's like how blue-eyed butterflies
kiss the tips of orange-lipped buttercups, she said.
Her voice was sweet,
like sounds of satin sung by sweet songbirds
singing their secrets and her praises of him.
She stood outstretched and raw,
just beyond his reach.
She whirred and whistled her liquid notes,
a soft spoken tune
Her pretty mouth can persuade such pleasing lips
to part that space defined behind universal eyes.
Silent tongues understand what is understood-
It was her longing,
that filled the neutral glaze of his soul.
He etched creation into the colors of her breath.
She carved her spirit into his bones-
He marked her frame with trails of gemstones;
Pink Opal, open-mouthed diffracted light,
orange, blue-green, magenta stolen night,
steeping,
steaming Sapphire skin holding each other close
with a longing desires grin.
Blue Moonstone Chandra night,
he charged all 10 horses a glorious white!
She laid open, ready, wide,
under Moonstone cluster's countryside.
Little whispers of his loving whimpers,
uttered sweet Lavender Jade.
His fragrance,
growing wild inside her plump red garden.
Blue Lace, honey dipped thighs
bare Ocean Jasper blush.
His scarlet, soaked fingertips sculpting,
painting, pulsing, scented blood-
Her sweet-salty stain swept underneath his clothes.
She unbuttons the underbelly of his love.
He took hold of her face,
dripping, awe-stricken wonder
Her eyes - Real Eyes.
Realize the meaning of his gaze.
Sip slowly, he said.
Be deliberate, coat your throat velvet.
Purple plum pleasures slip and scream Emerald Green!
Our heat,
embedded in the longest overture.
Our song,
suave and staccato in the wind.
Long... Deep... Breaths...
Breathing... Heaving... Chests...
Rest...
Rest.
Inside a red sea, joined collectively,
Inside Each Other's Kiss.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
