Submissions by avril
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Seeking...through my words and others'.
Pressure Points
The throbbing begins
The absolute moment
You enter my door.
So intense is the heartbeat
The one that
Turns on the juices
That I feel soaked
To the bone.
No words necessary
My face in your hands
Your kisses start with
My eyelids and work
Down,down
Along every pressure point
To the center of
My universe
Torture and release.
Pushing past my limits
Nothing stops you
Not my moaning
Not my screams for mercy
I cannot catch my breath
My chest will surely explode.
Relentless
Fingers...
The absolute moment
You enter my door.
So intense is the heartbeat
The one that
Turns on the juices
That I feel soaked
To the bone.
No words necessary
My face in your hands
Your kisses start with
My eyelids and work
Down,down
Along every pressure point
To the center of
My universe
Torture and release.
Pushing past my limits
Nothing stops you
Not my moaning
Not my screams for mercy
I cannot catch my breath
My chest will surely explode.
Relentless
Fingers...
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Unsettled
I feel your thoughts in my gut.
Drip . . . drip . . . Chinese water torture.
Shattering my viscera
Filling every crevice and fissure
With your tempest
Exploding my cells with your fire
And my salvation.
Erupting through the inert to create
Volcanoes in my soul.
I am damned by your unsettled nature.
Drip . . . drip . . . Chinese water torture.
Shattering my viscera
Filling every crevice and fissure
With your tempest
Exploding my cells with your fire
And my salvation.
Erupting through the inert to create
Volcanoes in my soul.
I am damned by your unsettled nature.
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Rain Dance
I woke to purple haze and shifting clouds
wet with perspiration from their long haul eastward.
We knew it for days prior
that the change would commence
with or without our rain dance –
breaking up well-planned tennis matches and picnics at the park.
The anticipation grew
though some secretly held out hope
that the clouds would be just that.
Nothing more.
The little ones cried their children-tears
grieving the loss of outdoor play
balking at the extra layer of clothes the change required.
They could not fathom deeply...
wet with perspiration from their long haul eastward.
We knew it for days prior
that the change would commence
with or without our rain dance –
breaking up well-planned tennis matches and picnics at the park.
The anticipation grew
though some secretly held out hope
that the clouds would be just that.
Nothing more.
The little ones cried their children-tears
grieving the loss of outdoor play
balking at the extra layer of clothes the change required.
They could not fathom deeply...
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