six words....

touch me with more than skin

Drenched........

summer walk

stolen from a

travel day 

bench under

a leafy canopy

not quite enough

umbrella to  shelter

us from a

sudden downpour 

your plaintive cry of

“I’m getting wet…”

precipitating

a  squelching dash inside 

walking yesterday

I passed the spot,

remembering

how you fussed about

your hair

your shoes

your clothes 

patted  the tree that

had offered shelter

smiled and wondered

if etched in its bark, its limbs,

its rings of counting time 

there would be

a blip of memory of the day

two people took shelter

and he was such a girl

 

 

 

Globetrotting dancing queen

Makes you kind of dizzy doesn't it? To have both Georgia Brown [The Globetrotters theme song] and Abba's Dancing Queen in your head at the same time. I wanted to give this posting a snazzy title because I'm not actually here today. I'm out and about visiting in Romania. In Transylvania as a matter of fact, but I will NOT be visiting any vampires, sparkly or not because I *shudder* really despise vampires. It's a childhood trauma sort of thing……don't even ask.

What I am doing while not visiting vampires is guest posting at Life's a Stage by request of the lovely Estrella Azul as a stop on the Savvy Verse and Wit National Poetry Month blog tour.

So, that explains the Globetrotting part of the title.

The dancing queen relates to the photo. I went dancing a week or so ago, and this is what I was wearing.

[gotta give the crowd something for the effort of stopping in]

I hope you all go over to visit my guest post about poetry. It's short, and there's another photo of me at Estrella's place. Just a head's up ….that photo may be a bit how shall I put it….. off color?

Enjoy. Click here to see my guest posting at Life's a Stage.

Electrified by air.....

Your breath
on my neck
jolted me to
life

Startling rushing
molten swollen
arousal

Caused by an
invisible element

Dispensable.....

You tore at me
separating heart
from mind and body

You sucked my juices
til I crumbled to dust

Swept me under the rug

Mumbling words when
you tripped over
the lump

Not one of which was
sorry

The Locksmith......

Rusty, unused
padlocked

let me lay
my hands on
your atrophied joy

let me oil it
with my spirit
pouring myself over you

let me heat you to a
ball of hot flame

licking up
exploding forth

primal, unchained, unlocked
naked and howling

Broken wide open

Banked.....

Persuasively you say
you bask
in my glow

and that reflection
is enough to keep you
warm, content, even keeled

But I long for heat

a bonfire of sweaty limbs
and gasping breath

a chemical explosion
of bodies
that won't be denied

a feast where things get
messy, slippery, tangled

The earth moves
in its orbit
and then there's chocolate cake

A poem for you, yes, you

knocking...

naked
unafraid and open

needful
willing and waiting

for you to cast aside
the built up layers
and let me in