poetry – Page 4 – NorthSouth Press

estrus

I’m ovulating. Firm quick pressing of lips- leave me between heart and primal majesty demanding longer pressings. I wonder if the rise and fall of breath looks like tidal approach when I feel the crest swell.

Night Burial

Sediment falls the valley consumes what is released into her breast, & tributary veins.I sluff away dead skin and the sweat of hard work-trying to purge today’s hard feelings. Always the strain to be kinder.Do I risk misleading the heart,simply by being heartfelt?Yes, yes, I understand, love.Do you need the reassurance? -from the lips ofContinue reading “Night Burial”

girls voices on the answering machine

Girls voices on the answering machine.Women whom I do not know speak to you. Like a monk vowing silence,you become grossly abstinentwith your words. You know I have no uneasewith the voices. The way your life is yours,not mine. And it drives you crazy- cause you defy communicationbut I should be an exposé like thatContinue reading “girls voices on the answering machine”

the simple & divine

What a clear feeling of beauty I awaken to: the music the simple community of the night the redolent spring air.The occasional drop of holy water shook upon our skin from the clouds above.The blaze and burn of the fireside- the way everyone talks slowly, sparsely, hushed.Making sure to dedicate attention to theContinue reading “the simple & divine”

Devotions of an Abusive Man

the man who choked me, then tore the cowries from my neckhis chest grows with inhalations of cortisol and adrenalineinflating the empty space.he is finished. I tell him to get out.I am not falling asleep here- and hedoes not lay by my side.Does he plagiarize poems ex-girlfriends wrote?and give those to new girlfriends- make believeContinue reading “Devotions of an Abusive Man”

January Lodge

Madonna, child in arms, she is a dark warm blanketa lodge in January, embers of a smoldering fire. Lighting his eyes, his small heart held by her gazeShe is his inception of love.Heavy hair falls over her small olive-skinned body hard at all the angles, soft where touch burns, for better or worse.Her lips somberContinue reading “January Lodge”

Autumn Revelry

I crush the leaves of kamala tonesbetween my palms, rolling the brightnessbefore it fades.I think about painting my body with the colors,relinquishing myself to the season.Becoming as pure as color on the hillside.My body merging with the soil as winter begins to cloakthe stone wall above, where we sat together& you told me you wereContinue reading “Autumn Revelry”