The Romantic era is not over!

you make me nervous
in fringe.
you give me fevers
that do not heal!
I drink water looking for you,
I run rivers,
I swallow lakes,
soaked in your absence.
there are no truths
at all…
There are still moments
in time,
where sweets are enough
lies
and huge cakes.
(with sugary toppings).

And kisses that don't
shake
or feel chills.
Then chicken soup
I don't want to eat.
You say:
- "Eat, it's good for you!"
a spoon to the mouth
and spit.
And you: - "Eat it's good for you!"
Chewing, chewing...
Can not swallow.
It's all powder and gelatin.
I can not eat,
even if it makes me feel good!

And you don't say anything
in your defense
smiles only
With that mouth of yours
Full of teeth;
crowns, jackets…
the enamel to be eroded
slowly
for a nicotine tartar!
And you just smile.
The cat doesn't even notice you
Presence, absorbed
In licking the fur.
the nails dug
In the flesh, to tear
Curtains, making me
A pile of rags.

I gathered the remains
and moved country.
I walked against the sun
for endless nights.
Run away from your silences
and you smile
condescending,
in the still of dawn.
My days swept away
on the ground of leaves,
stroked your hair,
to dream, to dream
and dreaming
with your liver in onion sauce.

The eyes didn't see
what time left
to count
to the ears
about the latest news
from the streets
from a suburban neighborhood…
only heard in the distance
the whisper of the blessed,
the voice of crazy people;
(insane in the heights).

the stained glass windows,
in vibration,
to break
in a thousand visions
kaleidoscopic
and the saints
returning to dust...
(pictures covered in dust)
the burned saints
in vain bonfires.
the spiked saints
on the stone (riddled with arrows…)
and God smiles on high. (hosanna)

like a predator
from ambush.
God fell asleep in his cave.
God is just one
of wild animals
that inhabit your longing.
So, all this
finding of non-existence,
take me out
completely
the desire to eat.

The fever no longer warms
but it's there
on the legs and temples.
like a kiss
that you don't forget!

Ten minutes later
your smile
went into sleep mode.
Your lips
to change color
to transmute
on bat wings.
Your lips
conjured (sorcery)
pouring the crying milk.
the change of tones
of exposed skin
it is irrefutable proof
(black magic)
the effect of gamma rays
on the daisies of the field.

You eat all the soup,
and the sound of your digestion
creeps me out,
gives me cravings.
Makes me blue...
(like bathroom walls)
and distracted
like a boy
that devours the television
and swallows superheroes.


PAR

Darling, you are my other half
I’m now a being of two instead of just one
I know our love will always last
Because you are my sun.
-
I’m no longer weary of life
You point out the joys of every day
You’ve replenished the colors in my sight
Your smile shines brighter than the sun’s rays.
-
Oh, darling, how I love you so
The damage dealt to my soul has been undone
You’re the only person who can make me feel whole
Because you are my sun.
-
You are my sun
You bring light to my dark days
You’ve cleared the dust from my eyes to help me see through the haze.
My life’s just begun
You’ve helped me see that future
You lift my spirts with your joy and good humor.

Sunrise and sunset
exist  
equally splendid  
as your hands  
on my body
(on my mind);
 
I understand  
beauty  
now.
 

there was a mystery
to that last nonverbal element
that was in your hands

your liquidity

your density

your cherished desire

everything..emerges from
the middle of that mystery

there was a stream of water
it was a dream come true
that my body's bloody
discharge was dear to you
and it was also the untold truth
that your body carving skills

 I loved
you used to open it with the
rule of control
which from my menstruation waist
bound as silver flakes

I used to watch
your bluish sweaty face
strict and generous
it enters my blood vessels
like a soft bunny
and that's when red flowers bloom
in my silky festive body.

 
We’ll haunt this home
With memories of love
No deity dare break us
Or rattle our bones

Our breath still lingers
Where we traced our fingers
Over shuttered windows
With a cryptic message

You can’t smudge us away
Our passion burns every day
Stoking up weary flames
In the crumbling fireplace

Lo’ this home we’ve claimed
With an infinite embrace
So when you leave, remember
Leave the light on, forever

With Love,
Dearly Departed

Y’all…

Sometimes an orifice so right
So tight
That you do things you ain’t never thought you’d do

Examples:

I watched an entire season of Outlander cause I’m into Grandmas and that shit do the job

I wore sweaters to an ice cream Social

I paid the ENTIRE bill when I took her out at Ruby Tuesday’s

I could go on but you get the picture.
 There is a lot I am willing to do if it feels the way it feel. Cheddar gets better with age.

But DO NOT ask me to write you a love poem. I am nobody’s slave. Poetry ain’t something I do. It’s my calling. And I don’t care what you able to do after you remove them dentures- THIS shit is sacred. It’s my church, bitch. Check yo damn self.

Also: Deep Underground Poetry is still racist

Facts,
   J

alluring eyes speaking of passion,
painted hair crowning in luscious fashion,
ravishing ruby lips, so soft and blossom red,
Turn every head where'er they smilingly tread.

smiles that's born of pure desire,
stoking flames that burn like fire,
every heart that's caught her gaze,
And leaves them in a lustful blaze.

broad hips sway in a sultry dance,
inviting me to take a wild chance,
to feel her curves against my rough skin,
Oh yes! let our bodies revel in carnal sin.

your voice, a seductive melody,
whispering secrets only meant for me,
Baby! let me lose myself in your embrace,
let me taste the sweetness of your moist space.

With every touch, my senses reel,
pulsating electricity that I can feel,
let our bodies move in perfect sync,
lust is a passion, making this a kink.

darling, ohh let us revel in this desire,
And stoke the flames just like a burning spitfire,
there is nothing more exquisitely sublime,
two souls losing themselves in a passionate climb.

don’t let the night come to a close,
don’t let passion fade like the sunset's glow,
let’s keep basking in an embrace of  afterglows,
losing our minds in memories of sensual mistletoes.

forever is the moment, we have found,
a connection that will forever be bound,
in the heat of the night, and the sensation we shared,
a lustful experience that will forever be had.

let us always part with a smile and a kiss,
yet in each other's hearts, we'll surely exist,
as for the nights to come, we'll remember this night,
when passion ruled with alluring eyes that was shining so fucking bright.

My Mirror faithfully reflects
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self unseen in other's eyes
ah, but then, my glass never lies.
                            ii
I gaze into that scene within
with me without and looking in
wondering what might come to pass
it two were there seen, lad and lass.
                            iii
I angle for another look
and find not self but Eastern Suq
no painting this, but moving frame
of Eastern Delight, of worldly fame.
                            iv
At first in two dimensions seen
then glass, like water dripping clean
away, till all surrounds my sight
ear and nose with Eastern delight.
                            v
What magic this has my glass done
to place me under Eastern sun
my pallid features, winter clothes
amusing now, an Eastern beau?
                            vi
Sound and clamour surround us both
buyers, sellers, bargainers loath
to pay full price, all uncouth joy
but dimly heard by girl, by boy.
                            vii  
Neither as yet far into teens
unburdened by remembered dreams,
and each from each took proffered hand
in that far away, romantic land.
                            viii
And I in thick knit trews and brogues    
amid ten thousand folk in robes
flowing cloaks and sandaled feet
many miles from Regent Street.
                              ix
But I can feel the quickening blood
in calm acceptance where we stood
acknowledgment that each had found,
a twin soul on common ground.
                                x
We wandered quietly, hand in hand
at peace with each on desert sand,
and of the many stalls passed by
here, in frames, glass, for all to eye.
                                xi
And there I saw its blackened back
hanging, twisting slow, that same crack
it slowly turns to show my face,
framed in frigid room, not market place.
                                xii
In an instant it is all gone!
the torrid heat, the wail of song,
and at my back a freezing room,
reflecting silence to this loon.
                              xiii
With leaden heart but quick hand
I pack a bag for desert land
my only spur a reddened brow,
and eyes that mirrored, mirrored vows...

I crunch crunch crunch through desert sands
or explored wild exotic shores,
skipping up Gran's drive hand in hand
conjuring roars of Great Dinosaurs
in Grandma's garden, to her door,
which I magicked to a Castle's Keep,
or teepee for us red Injun squaws
and my mind was my trusted steed.

I flew with Blèriot from France
shared Orville's delight as he soared
up, up, from Kitty Hawk, entranced
this long before I'd heard or saw,
an aeroplane just book read lore
informed my imagination's needs
those childhood days, I still explore,
and my mind, still, my trusted steed.

I fly now to alien lands
as I hitchhike on Rocket Roars,
and hope to see these space-ships manned
as of yore when birch-craft were oared
by scouts through virgin lands, such awe,
those stone-age folk feeding their needs
as I go with these space-age scouts, more,
I still go on my trusted steed...