fruit salad

her eyes follow me

hidden beneath blunt cut bangs

cherries on her dress

 

cherry red kisses

peach tinged breasts tipped a ripe brown

she tastes of mango

 

fingertips stained red

sticky with raspberry juice

so sweet on your lips

 

strawberry  lips press

along jawbone and pulse point

his heart beats faster

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The tale of two kitties

One of my cats plays

in paper bags, cardboard boxes –

hiding,

circling,

looking for a way out

of a place he pranced into,

and a place

at one time

he wanted to be.

 

My other cat waits

for unknowing passers-by’s

naked heel

springing forth

from behind the recliner chair

to capture the opportune moment,

wrest away from life

the desired prize.

 

I wonder if I

could be like this fat cat,

pouncing,

claiming,

taking advantage

of knocked-on-doors,

lights not burned out

 

 

or if my choices,

like the other,

would leave me

trapped inside.

 

variations in blue

Beneath blue moonlight

She rocks by open window

Waiting for him still

 

scratchy records play

Ella singing summertime

Moon traces blue tears

 

twelve-string plays softly

melancholy notes in G

she wears a blue dress

 

gently his hand slides

down the cleft of her bare back

ella sings the blues

~~~~~

Relentless clear sky

Lawn crisps to needle like shards

My garden withers

Hidden beneath the porch steps

Seven blue violets survive

~~~~

bathed in sweat droplets

her fan painted with cherries

blue popsicle drips

Haiku

Sun baked earth
Mist rising from the fields
After the rain

NaHaiWriMo in August 2012

Haiku a day – again!

The Sound Of Poetry Review

31 Different NaHaiWriMo Prompters in August 2012

An announcement from Michael Dylan Welch – creator and organiser of National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo):

Dear NaHaiWriMos,

I’m pleased to let you know that, for the month of August, 2012, I’ve asked 31 different people to provide a single writing prompt for reach day of the month. I’ll be announcing the prompts each day, so you’ll discover not only a new writing prompt, but also learn who the day’s prompter is for each day. These 31 prompters include many of our past monthly prompters, plus a number of new folks. The prompters and prompts have all been selected, and the prompts are varied and fun, so August should be a particularly enjoyable month — and hopefully a little different, to shake things up a bit.

Now, to make this idea even more fun, I’ve asked each of the 31 daily prompters to…

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Sally, porn star extraordinaire

.
.
.
I must have been a porn queen
in a life before this,
to have this burning,
secret
desire to simply fuck
in open spaces,
where someone,
anyone
could watch me,
you,
us,
moving together-
rejoicing in our ecstasy,
burning with jealousy,
relishing our abandoned,
synchronous movement.
.
This knowing a secret
twenty-dollar bill
tucked deep
in a forgotten pocket,
if only
you could remember
exactly where you left it
or
how to stretch fingers out,
just beyond your grasp.
.
So
I’ll make love to you –
legs entangled,
our harmonies like crickets
nestling in the grass,
my  sounds swallowed
by your mouth.
And just over the hill-top
the music plays
and the looky-loos travel on,
us visible
only in peripheral vision
as you slide your fingers deeply
into my pockets,
touch all my edges –
searching for secrets.
.
I feel the porn star slipping past.
With you she’s always there,
never out of reach.
.
Love,
Sally

The many grits of sandpaper

soft, raspy with sleep

your voice cracking as you paint

breath strokes on my neck

~

reddened from the sun

even your white cotton sheets

rasp against my skin

~

a calloused hand

rasps across my belly

slips under the lace

~

your teeth rasp against

my finger drawn from your mouth

the wetness glistens

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