Faint Panacea Dancing

we were dancing
when you whispered
into tickled ear:

i will be your panacea

the shivers you sent,
nearly to ground
i fell

hard, like a rock,
to the bottom
of a love i didn’t
understand,
faint,

i gather the puddle
now just fluid (i am)
reflecting your smile
and eyes that i read

to read:

i haven’t even started
yet, my dear.

 

~ Emily C.

11.8.17

 

**I combined the last 3 WP prompts: panacea, faint and dancing, into one.

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Instincts

I felt you rising against me

breath rapid fire at bare turned neck

heat of blue expectations, its signature

written in beads of sweat

Animals we may be

(and certainly we have been)

instincts born in darkened room

windows blooming steam

Forgoing moral policies

we tear the rule book up

those finger-pointing hypocrites

wag their dirty digits at us

We can show them what they’re missing

but they already know

we’ve heard them loud and clear

through churches’ versed paper walls

Lure me toward the underworld

bring on your hedonistic sin

soak in sweet sublimity

my feral pagan skin

 

~ Emily C.

8.6.17

 

**

Not an attack on religion. I just follow the words where they go.  It’s more of a hypocrisy thing. Not a fan of hypocrisy. 🙂

Simmer

simmering skin, night of succulent sin
lit by dark lamp’s phosphorescence
long after switch turns off
glowing just enough
to see outlines — fiery flesh designs

an aura of molten gold traces glittered shoulders
lips and heaving hips
in orgasmic arrays of photonic display
filling holes where mind roams
when reference removed
all but body lines bared 

daring to dance to unseen audience
deeper entranced, deeper ensconced
until no one knows
where I end 
and you begin

 

~ Emily C.

6.6.17

Translation

my hands are wet with your memory

the scent of your love
…at least
the dream of it

“what would you feel like?”

I wonder…

when
eyes close and mind goes

to those places of hide and seek
we used to play with our words

cut to the chase
do you want me

or not

my body speaks in tongues
languages only you can understand
but in order to translate
you must touch

and you are too far away

I can’t feel, and I need to,

and I feel

my hands are sticky with the answer

 

~ Em C.

5.6.17

Enter Me ~ w/audio

Enter me

my ivied gates are open
wet with dripping morning dew
verdant and virgin new

Come

see what’s my inside
my garden path awaits
your distinguished tastes

See me

with your eyes closed
explore depths unknown
feel what lies exclusively before

Spread

wide I offer my expanse
grow flowers from my lips
shine sun from my womb

Plunge

long until songbirds call
we will tumble hard
we will free fall

Entwined

our flesh on passion’s blanket
forgetting all but us, now
cushioned on a field of moans

Burst

as the new seed shoots in spring
I am your fertile ground in need
total bliss
in you
I receive

 

~ Emily C.

4.25.17