Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Kissing You Back
Across the cosmos,
hungry for your lips,
my mouth yearns
and burns a bursting
hot mountain
of flames.
Lips that seize up
the natural tide,
arms that reach out
beyond the divide,
body contracting
and heart so reacting,
this is the cliff
from which we must dive.
I can see from this height
the darkness of stars
that guide us by night,
and this is the path
that we take in our flight
as I kiss you back
on your beacon of light.
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hungry for your lips,
my mouth yearns
and burns a bursting
hot mountain
of flames.
Lips that seize up
the natural tide,
arms that reach out
beyond the divide,
body contracting
and heart so reacting,
this is the cliff
from which we must dive.
I can see from this height
the darkness of stars
that guide us by night,
and this is the path
that we take in our flight
as I kiss you back
on your beacon of light.
runningturtle87
1003 reads
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The Courage to Love
A man who has lost his legs and arms in war
and still is able to talk will take a willing woman
and wheel stand his tongue in the center meridian
of the highway to her heart if she encourages him.
And just so, a woman who bereft of her womb
and her body ravaged by certain surgeries
as have carved her breasts like maps
and stands weeping in the mirror
at the loss of her charming youth
and the perfection of her skin
and the eternal bounty of her
silken hips has room for love.
For is it beyond age and skin
and the textures of the...
and still is able to talk will take a willing woman
and wheel stand his tongue in the center meridian
of the highway to her heart if she encourages him.
And just so, a woman who bereft of her womb
and her body ravaged by certain surgeries
as have carved her breasts like maps
and stands weeping in the mirror
at the loss of her charming youth
and the perfection of her skin
and the eternal bounty of her
silken hips has room for love.
For is it beyond age and skin
and the textures of the...
875 reads
10 Comments
Interface and Lace 2
Hacking directly
into the mainframe
of the love machine,
bypassing security
and the firewalls.
Wormhole passions
and the fixed resolution,
peering down
into the plasma state
of the data installed.
Solid state recovery,
and quantum computing,
biostorage
and the on-line delivery.
Metphors be damned
and the intelligence
is not artificial.
I want you,
and I need to have entry.
Bypass codes
and rerouted buffers,
interface lace
and the traceable weave.
I won't go ...
into the mainframe
of the love machine,
bypassing security
and the firewalls.
Wormhole passions
and the fixed resolution,
peering down
into the plasma state
of the data installed.
Solid state recovery,
and quantum computing,
biostorage
and the on-line delivery.
Metphors be damned
and the intelligence
is not artificial.
I want you,
and I need to have entry.
Bypass codes
and rerouted buffers,
interface lace
and the traceable weave.
I won't go ...
768 reads
10 Comments
A Life
I just wanted
to be in love
for once
and it turn out,
you know?
Give my heart
to someone
who really wanted me
and wanted to be
with me.
Someone
who didn't mind
and didn't mind
that I didn't mind.
I really wanted
to kiss
and hug
and fuck
like crazy
and be madly
in love
and holding on
to someone
like it was the end
of the world
and we were laughing
as the asteroid hit
because just
finding each other
we had checked off
everything ...
to be in love
for once
and it turn out,
you know?
Give my heart
to someone
who really wanted me
and wanted to be
with me.
Someone
who didn't mind
and didn't mind
that I didn't mind.
I really wanted
to kiss
and hug
and fuck
like crazy
and be madly
in love
and holding on
to someone
like it was the end
of the world
and we were laughing
as the asteroid hit
because just
finding each other
we had checked off
everything ...
1155 reads
18 Comments
Buttered Toast
She leaned over
to ask me a question,
but the distance
to the bottom
of the answer
was in another
time zone.
I asked her
if she needed
some help,
but she said
that she was
way more
than a handful
and unless
I was willing
to go all the way
up to my elbows,
then there was
really
no reason
to bother.
I offered
my best thought
and a useful tip
and her thanks
was to open
the gateway
to a graceful
conversation.
All and all
the entire...
to ask me a question,
but the distance
to the bottom
of the answer
was in another
time zone.
I asked her
if she needed
some help,
but she said
that she was
way more
than a handful
and unless
I was willing
to go all the way
up to my elbows,
then there was
really
no reason
to bother.
I offered
my best thought
and a useful tip
and her thanks
was to open
the gateway
to a graceful
conversation.
All and all
the entire...
1036 reads
10 Comments
Where Did My Honey Pot Go?
What need have we
of so much condemnation?
The men will say
their women are too fat
or complain too much
or are not affectionate enough
or will not attend to them,
that these women
are castrating bitches
and have turned a sour face
to the metal of their men,
and this is why they rust
in hunger so
in the frigid carelessness
of dark lonesomeness,
a cat sleeping gently
at her head,
a 1000 miles away
on the other side
of the castle bed.
Why nothing is so further
from the truth I...
of so much condemnation?
The men will say
their women are too fat
or complain too much
or are not affectionate enough
or will not attend to them,
that these women
are castrating bitches
and have turned a sour face
to the metal of their men,
and this is why they rust
in hunger so
in the frigid carelessness
of dark lonesomeness,
a cat sleeping gently
at her head,
a 1000 miles away
on the other side
of the castle bed.
Why nothing is so further
from the truth I...
950 reads
6 Comments
Why
So much anguishing
for such a small thing,
the burning touch
and parching heat,
lips that part
and swallow the need.
Why spend so much
of our precious time
relinquishing to
our untapped desires?
Better to
take up a hobby,
investment banking,
bird watching,
the hybridization
of exotic day lilies,
perhaps?
Why then look painfully raw
concentrically unavailed,
romanticizing
of the fortuitousness
of finding perched
upon the arm rest
of our broken dreams
a lover who will fulfill...
for such a small thing,
the burning touch
and parching heat,
lips that part
and swallow the need.
Why spend so much
of our precious time
relinquishing to
our untapped desires?
Better to
take up a hobby,
investment banking,
bird watching,
the hybridization
of exotic day lilies,
perhaps?
Why then look painfully raw
concentrically unavailed,
romanticizing
of the fortuitousness
of finding perched
upon the arm rest
of our broken dreams
a lover who will fulfill...
894 reads
8 Comments
What She Wears (for Magdalena)
Beneath what clings
To her breasts and thighs
What she gives to me
Fabrics and dyes.
Subtly tucked
In the folds
That she wears
Nestled
And beveled
And shaded with cares.
These do not cover
Or hold back her charms
Nothing so tangibly
Escaping my arms.
Into the depth of her
Passion and grace
Moving through
Boundaries
Footwear and lace.
Having her here
On the tip
Of my tongue
A word from her lips
And my banquet begun.
Nothing she wears
Keeps back ...
To her breasts and thighs
What she gives to me
Fabrics and dyes.
Subtly tucked
In the folds
That she wears
Nestled
And beveled
And shaded with cares.
These do not cover
Or hold back her charms
Nothing so tangibly
Escaping my arms.
Into the depth of her
Passion and grace
Moving through
Boundaries
Footwear and lace.
Having her here
On the tip
Of my tongue
A word from her lips
And my banquet begun.
Nothing she wears
Keeps back ...
972 reads
26 Comments
Rape
There are those things
When given freely
In the act
Of love
That form
The mystry bond
That seals a heart
Adored,
But these same things
When by force
Taken
Exact a shredded
Clutch upon the soul
That burn there
evermore.
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When given freely
In the act
Of love
That form
The mystry bond
That seals a heart
Adored,
But these same things
When by force
Taken
Exact a shredded
Clutch upon the soul
That burn there
evermore.
runningturtle87
2314 reads
10 Comments
Wanted
When we were young,
they used to make fun of us,
always fooling around,
making weird faces,
slapping each other
on the butts
and making up silly pet names,
"Pumpkinhead….Donutbrain."
As we got older
and things evolved,
so did the problems,
the erstwhile affections,
the games
that made living tolerable
and sane
in that crazy kid way.
We became adults
with rules
and sundry needs.
And the days
where who we were
was framed
by how we looked
into each other's...
they used to make fun of us,
always fooling around,
making weird faces,
slapping each other
on the butts
and making up silly pet names,
"Pumpkinhead….Donutbrain."
As we got older
and things evolved,
so did the problems,
the erstwhile affections,
the games
that made living tolerable
and sane
in that crazy kid way.
We became adults
with rules
and sundry needs.
And the days
where who we were
was framed
by how we looked
into each other's...
848 reads
12 Comments
How Does He Know
Some might wait
until the subtlety
of motion has ensued,
or perhaps they catch the wave
just prior on the waft
of some desire,
scented as is affixed
to your attire,
some puka shells
and onyx.
But long before
the toe-heeled step
that shatters every mouth,
preceding any hint
of something snowing
way down south,
before the nostriled hints
or monitors of air,
I intuited your sensual scent
by word of cosmic glare.
To read your words
and know that they are yours
is more than fundamental ...
until the subtlety
of motion has ensued,
or perhaps they catch the wave
just prior on the waft
of some desire,
scented as is affixed
to your attire,
some puka shells
and onyx.
But long before
the toe-heeled step
that shatters every mouth,
preceding any hint
of something snowing
way down south,
before the nostriled hints
or monitors of air,
I intuited your sensual scent
by word of cosmic glare.
To read your words
and know that they are yours
is more than fundamental ...
775 reads
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Spiritual Anthropology
To touch base
with another human being
on the ethereal level,
beyond the limitations
of our skin,
is to interact vibrationally.
What if we can no longer love?
What if there is no human touching?
This is where our inner beings take over.....
Holding hands
across the universe,
we observe
a simple evening star
from where we sit,
seemingly alone,
and yet our minds
and hearts kissing
until our bodies fall
into a weak kneed understanding...
This is the way
it goes, Old Girl,
we say to...
with another human being
on the ethereal level,
beyond the limitations
of our skin,
is to interact vibrationally.
What if we can no longer love?
What if there is no human touching?
This is where our inner beings take over.....
Holding hands
across the universe,
we observe
a simple evening star
from where we sit,
seemingly alone,
and yet our minds
and hearts kissing
until our bodies fall
into a weak kneed understanding...
This is the way
it goes, Old Girl,
we say to...
651 reads
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