Not so secret admirer

The Unknown Poet , Name Not Blessed Nor Cursed

As No One Ever Knew Who Wrote Those Words And Verse

Who Wove A Web And A Spell , Of A Heaven Or A Hell

And How That Felt , Art To Melt The Hearts , Do Tell

Or Just Of Life Lived With A Poem Penned Until The End

Or Some Love Letter In Passion's Rhyme Did They Send

Or To Change A Social Injustice They Did For The Rest Of Us

Just Rockin' And Rollin' Like Some Determined Sysiphus

Or To Speak Phrases , Blind Mind Mazes In Their Defense

When Something In Their Consciousness Did Not Make Sense

Or To Bring Laughter , Ever After , And Odd Mirth To Our Lips

This Is My Ode To That Unknown Poet , Blessed By Muse's Kiss !

( an erotic double Sonnet )
 
In all my years I never knew a one
Of man or boy that fell in love with me,
Who was polite when after sex was done,
To grateful show how good the act can be.
 
And then I met a man of po’em bent
With virtue for the formula of rhyme.
‘Twas on a Friday on the Internet,
Who showed the art of love, Bob Dylan-time.
 
But how he did, it titillated one;
It was distracting what he did with words.
For cyber-scening he would use his tongue,
O! What it did and what it would prefer.
 
I could stay home and read a book instead
(I’ve life-long strived on being better read).
 
While early on when we were single-O,
I’d listen long to learn about his kink.
He thought I should be free to let him go,
In case I felt the need to change up ink.
 
But life for us proved quite an endless dare
Including learning what each knew of love.
For art of writing is a forte shared,
The ways of which a lover long dreams of.
 
And when I’m there I never need it said,
He’ll lie between & tongue the wetness deep.
He always thanks me when I come in bed,
To gentle nod, and mumble in his sleep.
 
I whisper soft, ‘I should do that to you’.
Of course I will, then I’ll be thankful, too.
 

(a long pantoum)  
 
For poets, mouths regard as needed things,  
Like ships that stand at harbor’s ports await.  
From sheets we stain with gifted wonderings,  
Our mouths give resonance, our treasures state.  
 
Like ships that stand at harbor’s ports await  
Full holds of diamonds, pearls and finest Jade.  
Our mouths give resonance, our treasures’ state  
That hold our spills, our seven wonders laid.  
 
Full holds of diamonds, pearls, and finest Jade,  
We shine and sparkle, stars in winter night  
That hold our spills, our seven wonders laid,  
With open mouths release our held insight.  
 
We shine and sparkle, stars in winter night,  
But now I seek reside of closer place.  
With open mouths release our held insight,  
Such lips and tongue let all fair words erase.  
 
But now I seek reside of closer place,  
Where mouths can serve a deeper purpose still.  
Such lips and tongue let all fair words erase,  
To find both mouths delight in other spill.  
 
Where mouths can serve a deeper purpose still,  
My tongue’s pursuit to read your every line,  
To find both mouths delight in other spill,  
That deeper would my penetrate define.  
 
My tongue’s pursuit to read your every line,  
With yours to master mine, as loves present.  
That deeper would my penetrate define  
In you, that space our revelries fervent.  
 
With yours to master mine, as love’s present  
Within our joinings such imbibes partake.  
In you, that space, our revelry’s fervent  
Brought offerings dispel in common take.  
 
Within our joinings, such imbibes partake.  
As common mouths uncommon flows combine,  
Brought offerings, dispel in common take  
A rise and ebb, exists beyond design.    
   
As common mouths uncommon flows combine,  
From sheets we stain with gifted wonderings,  
A rise and ebb, exists beyond design,  
For poets’ mouths regard as needed things.

Reading their words from afar… they do not know it,
But I wish and long to be inside of their head or world.
What is it that makes you write? The way that you fit
The words so perfectly together like they are curled
Around every wisp of smoke and the spark that ignites
A fire. They help me feel less alone in a big world that
Sometimes feels cold. The way they help all the nights
Become brighter and less dark. They are like the flat
And forlorn dreams that become more possible after
Being forgotten about for a long time. Names that are
Like friends and friends. There is much needed laughter.
You make look to the sky for guidance like the North Star.