Submissions by poetrician
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write to sort realities and for sapiosexual purposes.
charged
Let me adore you
Drench my eyes with your form
Ride a bronco of dopamine
Rushing to your thighs and calves and heels
Let my dreams frolic in your pixels
Let distance set a charge
In a soupy air of electric need
Let ions be ions
to swell and deplete
Oscillating between need and crippled pleasure
And never finding their resting place
Just leave the door ever so slightly ajar
And let me peek beneath the cloak
As you ravish your day
And backstroke in the sea of others
Drench my eyes with your form
Ride a bronco of dopamine
Rushing to your thighs and calves and heels
Let my dreams frolic in your pixels
Let distance set a charge
In a soupy air of electric need
Let ions be ions
to swell and deplete
Oscillating between need and crippled pleasure
And never finding their resting place
Just leave the door ever so slightly ajar
And let me peek beneath the cloak
As you ravish your day
And backstroke in the sea of others
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fading
oh what a lucky being you are
that you swooped in
from 3000 miles
to caress the heart of my Persephone
my Muse
while you be Hades
and i the antithesis of Zeus
i must applaud you
from the cold dark cell where i am kept
i am only allowed glimpses of what you enjoy freely
while you swim in conversations where your eyes meet
laughter
joy
sharing sensual pleasures
you get to show her your heart in courting protocols
be the gift of roses and chocolates with your smiles and hellos
and grow the fire that is now...
that you swooped in
from 3000 miles
to caress the heart of my Persephone
my Muse
while you be Hades
and i the antithesis of Zeus
i must applaud you
from the cold dark cell where i am kept
i am only allowed glimpses of what you enjoy freely
while you swim in conversations where your eyes meet
laughter
joy
sharing sensual pleasures
you get to show her your heart in courting protocols
be the gift of roses and chocolates with your smiles and hellos
and grow the fire that is now...
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We woke up this way
as new york nuzzles connecticut's bosom
the bleached lunch crowd
rolled in around 11:15
a tide of fluffy joy engulfed them
from playful days
covered in deep ancestral scents
that paint calm on faces
and guard carefree dreams
blooming from fenced-in pillows at night
old, tween, or barely walking - their smiles adorned dancing eyes on crisp white skin
only the briefest moments grew bratty scowls when who would be next to order the expertly made chicken cutlet sandwiches was not clear as rose colored glass
otherwise, joy...
the bleached lunch crowd
rolled in around 11:15
a tide of fluffy joy engulfed them
from playful days
covered in deep ancestral scents
that paint calm on faces
and guard carefree dreams
blooming from fenced-in pillows at night
old, tween, or barely walking - their smiles adorned dancing eyes on crisp white skin
only the briefest moments grew bratty scowls when who would be next to order the expertly made chicken cutlet sandwiches was not clear as rose colored glass
otherwise, joy...
#city
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hope
hope is a delicate rage
where time is caged with want
when the click click of a silent watch
leads yearning into a next that never comes
braising a need that kneels and pleas
busking for saviours
from lungs that weary rarely knows
who swirl in minds when breath would be wasted
into thin air vacant of phonemes
one’s vacuum is a dense home
though eyes dangle upon pixelized shapes
and breathe in moans from screens
solitude is its own castle
with descending stone staircases
into dark caverns
where...
where time is caged with want
when the click click of a silent watch
leads yearning into a next that never comes
braising a need that kneels and pleas
busking for saviours
from lungs that weary rarely knows
who swirl in minds when breath would be wasted
into thin air vacant of phonemes
one’s vacuum is a dense home
though eyes dangle upon pixelized shapes
and breathe in moans from screens
solitude is its own castle
with descending stone staircases
into dark caverns
where...
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in silence
to swell alone
fondling artifacts from memory
both morphed and real
faded and wrinkled
frayed and brittle
is to be fermented like brandy
conjured pleasures
summoned whispers
enzymatic spices boring out spaces to dwell
piquants from well farmed soil
losing their taste from repetition
...like a wad of gum with a shallow half-life
won’t you swirl your finger in my thought soup
and lick it’s taste to determine ‘done’
honoring your preference for a deep stew
one that takes days to penetrate all membranes ...
fondling artifacts from memory
both morphed and real
faded and wrinkled
frayed and brittle
is to be fermented like brandy
conjured pleasures
summoned whispers
enzymatic spices boring out spaces to dwell
piquants from well farmed soil
losing their taste from repetition
...like a wad of gum with a shallow half-life
won’t you swirl your finger in my thought soup
and lick it’s taste to determine ‘done’
honoring your preference for a deep stew
one that takes days to penetrate all membranes ...
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