Submissions by MayRayn (May Rayn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Practicing poetry without a license; semi-professional iconoclast; holding no candles, kissing no ass.
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th May 2016 2:28am
19th May 2016 2:28am
To Simpler Times...
When rose petals
distilled to their essence
so only scent remains;
when fingertips touch naked skin, leave fiery trails;
when you hum softly, unaware...
that's when I recall the quiet in-between moments.
Evenings poured slowly, like molasses.
Times spent savoring the flavor of orange
marmalade and buttered scone
at silent dawn,
teacup in hand.
Lovers turned thieves of kisses
and embraces,
implied promises kept,
or not.
Dawn is the time to mourn
what we once had.
And...
distilled to their essence
so only scent remains;
when fingertips touch naked skin, leave fiery trails;
when you hum softly, unaware...
that's when I recall the quiet in-between moments.
Evenings poured slowly, like molasses.
Times spent savoring the flavor of orange
marmalade and buttered scone
at silent dawn,
teacup in hand.
Lovers turned thieves of kisses
and embraces,
implied promises kept,
or not.
Dawn is the time to mourn
what we once had.
And...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2016 2:58am
18th May 2016 2:58am
Bliss, A Purgatory
I fell in love with acts of kindness
acts of art, wandering intellect and heart,
spontaneous acts that reveal
you - the one whose soul
has spoken, open, laid itself bare
out there for me to collect and share.
I did not want to fall in love,
that heady feeling that addicts
and lures you in...
And yet I did.
Wisdom and age are funny things.
I want to gift them to my kid,
to keep under her pillow, baby teeth
unsteady, delicate and brief.
And when she needs a hug most
I'd gift her my experience as I've...
acts of art, wandering intellect and heart,
spontaneous acts that reveal
you - the one whose soul
has spoken, open, laid itself bare
out there for me to collect and share.
I did not want to fall in love,
that heady feeling that addicts
and lures you in...
And yet I did.
Wisdom and age are funny things.
I want to gift them to my kid,
to keep under her pillow, baby teeth
unsteady, delicate and brief.
And when she needs a hug most
I'd gift her my experience as I've...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th May 2016 2:50am
18th May 2016 2:50am
Getting Ready
Water rolls luxuriantly off
the curves of my breasts,
streams meet in the middle,
in the vale between them,
slips gently down my stomach,
ripples softly from my navel
down the smooth mound
and on between my thighs.
I wash, dip a finger
tentative, inside.
Trace patterns in reply,
anticipating need.
Then pat dry.
I smooth the lotion on,
first up one leg,
then the next.
Rub lazy circles round my breasts,
nipples now pert and tight.
Cinch the corset, one closure at a time,
the...
the curves of my breasts,
streams meet in the middle,
in the vale between them,
slips gently down my stomach,
ripples softly from my navel
down the smooth mound
and on between my thighs.
I wash, dip a finger
tentative, inside.
Trace patterns in reply,
anticipating need.
Then pat dry.
I smooth the lotion on,
first up one leg,
then the next.
Rub lazy circles round my breasts,
nipples now pert and tight.
Cinch the corset, one closure at a time,
the...
915 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th May 2016 6:54am
17th May 2016 6:54am
Koan for Infinity
#universe
#silence
#spiritual #Buddhist
#spiritual #Buddhist
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th May 2016 7:22pm
16th May 2016 7:22pm
I Dream of You
I shouldn’t be here, staring at electrons
dance on the too-bright screen,
dreaming you nude
and unsuspecting.
Shouldn’t be dreaming of the
convex curve above your arse,
soft velveteen under my palm.
Backs of your thighs
morph into curves
of satiny thin skin
behind your knee, free
of the slightly wiry hair
elsewhere.
Shouldn’t be imagining your hip,
running my fingers down,
tasting your skin your skin your skin…
I shouldn’t be nipping at your lip,
your tongue tangling with mine,
tasting...
dance on the too-bright screen,
dreaming you nude
and unsuspecting.
Shouldn’t be dreaming of the
convex curve above your arse,
soft velveteen under my palm.
Backs of your thighs
morph into curves
of satiny thin skin
behind your knee, free
of the slightly wiry hair
elsewhere.
Shouldn’t be imagining your hip,
running my fingers down,
tasting your skin your skin your skin…
I shouldn’t be nipping at your lip,
your tongue tangling with mine,
tasting...
901 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2016 6:46pm
16th May 2016 6:46pm
A Melancholic Journey (paradelle)
Bound, trussed up, cocooned
Bound, trussed up, cocooned
In useless thought ridiculously lost
In useless thought ridiculously lost
Cocooned in useless thought
Ridiculously lost, trussed up, bound
Fortune's precocious wanderlust
Fortune's precocious wanderlust
Spilled tears amidst the sprinkled dust
Spilled tears amidst the sprinkled dust
Fortune's spilled tears, the wanderlust
Precocious amidst the sprinkled dust.
Spellbound to fear, a captive's plight
Spellbound to fear, a captive's plight
A paradox without an end in sight...
Bound, trussed up, cocooned
In useless thought ridiculously lost
In useless thought ridiculously lost
Cocooned in useless thought
Ridiculously lost, trussed up, bound
Fortune's precocious wanderlust
Fortune's precocious wanderlust
Spilled tears amidst the sprinkled dust
Spilled tears amidst the sprinkled dust
Fortune's spilled tears, the wanderlust
Precocious amidst the sprinkled dust.
Spellbound to fear, a captive's plight
Spellbound to fear, a captive's plight
A paradox without an end in sight...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2016 10:36pm
15th May 2016 10:36pm
I No Longer Split Infinity
My moral compass
trapped me in its
impossibly wide circles.
The road I should not have taken,
much too enticing to resist,
turned into a Möbius strip.
I've now hidden the time turner,
woven those sweet dreams into
a shroud of gossamer and yearning
to remind me of what could never be.
trapped me in its
impossibly wide circles.
The road I should not have taken,
much too enticing to resist,
turned into a Möbius strip.
I've now hidden the time turner,
woven those sweet dreams into
a shroud of gossamer and yearning
to remind me of what could never be.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2016 10:24pm
15th May 2016 10:24pm
His Offering
She can't help but dream
often
how he knelt in front of her--
his eyes, nose and mouth hungry
for her thick slick fragrance.
She remembers how he barely
contained his impatience,
only to wrap his lips
around hers
as he knelt
sucked
and prayed
to his carnal
goddess.
He was naked then, in all ways.
And she received his gift
trembling
with wonder and grace;
wished to receive it
again
and again
every
single
day.
often
how he knelt in front of her--
his eyes, nose and mouth hungry
for her thick slick fragrance.
She remembers how he barely
contained his impatience,
only to wrap his lips
around hers
as he knelt
sucked
and prayed
to his carnal
goddess.
He was naked then, in all ways.
And she received his gift
trembling
with wonder and grace;
wished to receive it
again
and again
every
single
day.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2016 4:01pm
14th May 2016 4:01pm
Seeds of Doubt
Words sometimes skip like stones
across the surface of a limpid lake.
Each kiss makes rippling waves,
peaks and valleys that reverberate.
Or they can surf like a leaf
fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points
between here and there.
They may whisper like feathers
across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.
Convey love,
banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me
from the inside out
and outside in.
But when contempt scorches all in its path, ...
across the surface of a limpid lake.
Each kiss makes rippling waves,
peaks and valleys that reverberate.
Or they can surf like a leaf
fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points
between here and there.
They may whisper like feathers
across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.
Convey love,
banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me
from the inside out
and outside in.
But when contempt scorches all in its path, ...
786 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2016 9:09pm
12th May 2016 9:09pm
Heisenberg's Principle
perfection:
an illusion, a trick
of overstimulated neurons,
a passing spasm
relative,
perfect only
next to
reality
paradoxical:
pitch-perfect
exists only
as drawn
straight nose
soft lips
sculpted jaw
sinuous hands
strong thighs
the eyes
to die for
Heisenberg's principle,
Schrödinger's cat
observed,
you dissipate,
a fluke of light
you are perfect
in my imagination,
in my dreams,
and that's enough
an illusion, a trick
of overstimulated neurons,
a passing spasm
relative,
perfect only
next to
reality
paradoxical:
pitch-perfect
exists only
as drawn
straight nose
soft lips
sculpted jaw
sinuous hands
strong thighs
the eyes
to die for
Heisenberg's principle,
Schrödinger's cat
observed,
you dissipate,
a fluke of light
you are perfect
in my imagination,
in my dreams,
and that's enough
754 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2016 8:56pm
12th May 2016 8:56pm
Beltane *
Into the blaze of the bonfire you started
I threw all my inhibitions, willing sacrifices
to gods I didn't know I worshipped
all caution flying with the sparks into the night.
I returned to those sultry days of youth, careless and free
exuberance abounding, greasing the wheels.
We offered each other what can only be called love
in the eyes of bystanders and
acolytes of the same religion.
You fanned the flames so effortlessly
as if I had waited all my life for this raw communion
where words are superfluous
and prayers to any...
I threw all my inhibitions, willing sacrifices
to gods I didn't know I worshipped
all caution flying with the sparks into the night.
I returned to those sultry days of youth, careless and free
exuberance abounding, greasing the wheels.
We offered each other what can only be called love
in the eyes of bystanders and
acolytes of the same religion.
You fanned the flames so effortlessly
as if I had waited all my life for this raw communion
where words are superfluous
and prayers to any...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th May 2016 11:49pm
11th May 2016 11:49pm
Transfigured
Your fingers travel their slippery slide down,
whisper in Braille between my bookends.
They probe what little is left of my propriety
to plant their promise
between my thighs, in that crater
lit only by the firelight of magma.
Seething, we swim against the tide,
against lava flows sweeping down
over the dam of liquified desire,
molten by heat and want and need,
its eruption an incontrovertible premise
to your love and mine.
And Sisyphus rolled us, his boulder, up
the mountainside until, from...
whisper in Braille between my bookends.
They probe what little is left of my propriety
to plant their promise
between my thighs, in that crater
lit only by the firelight of magma.
Seething, we swim against the tide,
against lava flows sweeping down
over the dam of liquified desire,
molten by heat and want and need,
its eruption an incontrovertible premise
to your love and mine.
And Sisyphus rolled us, his boulder, up
the mountainside until, from...
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