Haiku

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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

Everest

Beads of sweat
heated skin
eyes closed
feeling him
against me
in the night
the dark again
comes as I
come in waves
against him
swallowing
all my moans
biting lips in
vain to keep
sounds in
they still escape
to heights that
rival Everest
peaking with
intensity that
sets me high
upon a view
of mountains tall
the rolling hills
of breasts and bones
the sweat still
avalanching down
tracing lines
like tears crying
purest joy

 

~ by Emily C.

 

3.14.16

Watershed ~ A Duet

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spied you staged behind forest bark
watching as in flowing cloak, I dart,
light fading, you give heated chase,
let me lead you from here to away

lay me down under spring willow tree
our sun is setting, skin chill settling
moss soft ‘neath these bared breasts
offering you my secret watershed

scratches from bramble and briar thorn
crown of holly and oak leaf
musky scent of earth and skin
dusk light filtered through branch and limb

breath comes in rolling waves
a nocturnal awakening of the wood
cooling and receding from the hours of the day
flesh warm and welcome joined with sounds of the night 

growing deep inside my lush fertile glen
heart patters like ritual drumming pagans
raptured voice escapes moaning throat
fists grip grass as crescent moon rose

overhead, the glow of a pale moonbow
time herself pausing in reverence now
hands tell stories in trace of shadows
along rolling terrain of beating chest

arboreal cathedral of oaken rafters

open to the heavens
upon this hallowed ground
this ritual reaches its fevered pitch

like thunderclap on the edge of a storm
desire explodes into a moonlight chorus
the essence of life runs down beneath
to soak into the green earth and become dreams

 

~ Emily C. & Eric from My Sword and Shield

 

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Thank you to Eric for joining me in this collaboration. A true gentleman and an excellent poet. If you haven’t found his page yet, please pay him a visit and see for yourself, he weaves beautiful stories that tug at the heart. Be prepared to swoon. 🙂