I remember sitting alone
in an empty apartment
listening to Sade’s
Haunt Me
Thinking of no one
in particular
just the weight
of absence
how the empty space between
stars
isn’t empty at all
just a quiet vantage point
to observe the infinite beauty
of the universe
& chart a more
accurate course
Adrift in this vessel
No land in sight
My only hope of survival
Is to tame your stormy seas
Your kiss is like
monsoon rain
in a dry season
Look at them
turning corners
opening doors
lighting up and carrying
on
as if it all means something––
Anything. Any
of you–
just one of you,
look up
see the true face
of God
Her ass
pressed against the window
pane
Screaming for sweet
release
as we work our way
higher
and higher
until there’s nowhere left
to go
There are days when
sliding into
the dream world of the scent
of your skin
the taste
of your tongue
is the only lesson I need
On being human
on breath and
breathing
laughing
loving
dying
and so this day
ends
as it began
in the prayer
of your
sweetest
kiss
Your body serenades me
like a million butterflies
flapping their wings in praise
My body responds
notes rising from the depths of me
and all I can see
is the light of your submission
I follow the mystic arc
of your tattoo
around your perfect torso
winding
winding
south
not knowing
where the road
will end
but ever present
in the beautiful
journey
Ethereal Erotica, the latest anthology by Spiritualist Author Deborah Simpson, is now available at Lulu.com. I have five poems in the anthology (three of which are on my blog, along with two previously unpublished). I am looking forward to checking out all of the other poets featured in this collection!
She is the lure of forests
the laughter of oak
writing her name in my skin
