The Collective: Poetry & Emotions

Dani’s Haiku

Somethings in the air

Subtle, meek clues heighten cues

Time waits for no man

First impressions are like chess

Eyes reveal all truths

Protecting one’s heart like a rook,

Emotions swift.

Like winds that lift and dance leaves

Awaiting next move

For which move are you to make?

Standstill, or quick jump

I stand and wait with my rooks.

Hunger

Onyx sky and howling winds

In the season of the Harvest Moon

T’was the night of her fair game

She, no longer timid of their play

Pollux, Castor, and Polaris

Guiding his adored

Across the sands of Seychelles

Every step is to nirvana

His nerves assuaged

By her warm smile

Her hand, cradled in his

Moonlight kissed her caramel skin

The ocean roared

Announcing their presence

Ocean mist, chemise wet

Clinging onto skin

Curvaceous thighs

Breast, amble. Lips, sensuous.

Enthralled, desired.

His hunger, intensified

A canopy on the sands

Magenta linens,

Frankincense and Myrrh

Entwined with embrace and tongues

Bodies perfectly aligned

Like Pyramids with the cosmos

Gliding his fingertips gently

Ensues her freckles like stars

Heat, passion, and desire

Lie between hearts

Conics erect, elusive kisses

Teasing between lips and tongues

The spear and chalice union

Throbs and pulsates

Gentle souls, animal passions

Erotic, wild and vivid.

Interpreting her moans,

Allegro and Adagio,

His falsettos through minuets

Passage to heaven, avowed

Like movements in music

Stroking the depths of her soul

Rhythmically striking,

Forte.

Est ma lance de ce que vous y incitent?

Oui, il est ce que je languis

Alors je vais vous obliger

lentement, tendrement ma belle.

As if she was saving his soul,

His hard lance she seized on the tongue

Tip between lips

Tasting him, dying before her eyes

Pleasuring all

Of what makes him a man,

Kneeling before him

Submitting-at-will

Oh talented, her sacred tongue!

His mighty beast swells,

Tasting droplets of his milk

Entranced, oh is he!

The spell of her lips

Interned him,

Haunting flickers

Her apex, sensually wicked

In all might,

He to withhold

All that he holds

In swelled vessel

Whisk her in arms,

The position of Frombe

Awaits her.

Arched back, pillowed face

Her pink bow offered o’er

Oh prompt, was he!

Revisiting paradise, sensed anew

sweat-beaded skin

A strong steed

Legs firm, calves tight

Masculine hands grips

Delicate waist, wide hips

Moans now thunder

The mighty ocean, in unison

Crashing waves, hitting the shore

And back at sea, iterating their motions

As the Harvest Moon

Ascends from sea

The climactic scene, calm returns

Earth she sleeps again.

Skin

In the 7 month

Of a needed hour

Counting minutes-

The seconds to begin.

Not seeing my skin

And Yours

As different;

Call of action begins

Skin is not to divide

But unite

Like an eclipse;

Sun with moon

Unite mankind

Like a celestial event,

Shining stars

Falling to fulfill wishes

Skin is beautiful and soft

Like blooming cotton

Freshly plucked

Under Mississippi sun

Skin is the Canvas

For fingertips,

Stroked slow

For lasting impressions

Every freckle, dimple, and line

Housed on skin

Intricate and unique

Defines and refines us

The skin has no cause

For pain

Skin loves to be touched

To be kissed

To be missed

Skin loves to honor;

Faith and trust

Dedicated and valued

Skin is far more

Then you, she, he and I,

It’s bountiful and sweet,

Like humbled pie

If only the rest

Of Humankind

Could be kind

To each other’s skin

If moments in time

Could pause

For skin to

Be Free

Free of Judgement

Free of hate

Confusion, bigotry

And Delusion

Roam bare

From malicious eyes

And toxic whispers

Loving vs Virginia

For the skin we bear

Is of this moment

To protect hearts

And house souls

Embracing by sunset

And smile

Once more with

The rising sun

Loving the skin

Rules, no longer apply

Celebrating unity,

Joy falls, joy reigns.