Submissions by shakka (shauna)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Surreal, erotic, fun. Compelled to write poetry, prose, and themed lists. Can't help myself writing defines a large of who I am.
introducing his lover to his mother
......
dressing his lover
in storm clouds and rose thorns
then entering her
is his mid-life obsession
remembering mother
so young then, her red mouth
and black slip
always smoking or laughing
her voice low, hands busy
wanting her
and not knowing how
became is teenage world
screaming face to face
smoking her cigarettes
he left home at seventeen
with a red plastic bag
balloning with his mother's things
he takes his lover to the deepest bar
and makes her...
dressing his lover
in storm clouds and rose thorns
then entering her
is his mid-life obsession
remembering mother
so young then, her red mouth
and black slip
always smoking or laughing
her voice low, hands busy
wanting her
and not knowing how
became is teenage world
screaming face to face
smoking her cigarettes
he left home at seventeen
with a red plastic bag
balloning with his mother's things
he takes his lover to the deepest bar
and makes her...
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Rock Girl Diary
..
august 22 1986
...
at martha's V.
a gust of wind
carries your voice
and it wraps around my soul
like a mood ring
turning colors
from light to dark
and I need the dark
impatient as i am
with soft
'cause i'm soft
blowing my own wings apart
then crying through the night
i'm hungry for the cloak of
your lust, the shape of you
us in the attic at dusk
i watch your shadow do things
to me, while i curl and uncurl
yes...i want the shape of you
gloved around my baby birdness
the sex...
august 22 1986
...
at martha's V.
a gust of wind
carries your voice
and it wraps around my soul
like a mood ring
turning colors
from light to dark
and I need the dark
impatient as i am
with soft
'cause i'm soft
blowing my own wings apart
then crying through the night
i'm hungry for the cloak of
your lust, the shape of you
us in the attic at dusk
i watch your shadow do things
to me, while i curl and uncurl
yes...i want the shape of you
gloved around my baby birdness
the sex...
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stay
stop
please don't
make me feel
your hands all night
knitting promises I long to feel
the way you tell me you want to own me
a tongue that seduces relentlessy
weakens me
I come
stay
*
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tainted air
the pulse points of
the throat
crave the dull song
the low tapping drum
breath tease
my eyes open and close
a broken doll
arms up, mouth open wide
sunday dress askew
pull me up lover
my faux heart falters
you've never swung so deep
inside my earth
all my life
has led to this
smooth ride
on a runaway train
I am not a victim
I'm the meth you need
and the forgiveness you will
never receive
you think to shatter my mold
instead
...
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Summer Love
This summer, trimmed in your kisses, sewn up in your love
I thought to re-educate myself on the sorrows love can bring
but failing that class, I became a student of love's addictive power
You said I've thrown you off kilter, suffering vertigo each time you pass
an open window and want to call my name, dizzy in the sound of me on
your lips, our nights shine as day and day murders all doubts.
In our rambling, messy home we make love in each room, set standards
that go deep into the earth like kids digging to china in their backyard.
I eat...
I thought to re-educate myself on the sorrows love can bring
but failing that class, I became a student of love's addictive power
You said I've thrown you off kilter, suffering vertigo each time you pass
an open window and want to call my name, dizzy in the sound of me on
your lips, our nights shine as day and day murders all doubts.
In our rambling, messy home we make love in each room, set standards
that go deep into the earth like kids digging to china in their backyard.
I eat...
836 reads
16 Comments
Sleeping Faith {longish fairy tale}
Oh!...she is here again... dressed in gold
inside the emerald, I find a human trellis
does she sleep there, is she real
ropey hair the color of leaves burning.
I crawl to her: are you well
yes, very well, her breath the scent
of lilacs sighing. how did you get here
my name is faith, a cup of tea for a story, please
I skip to the house, excited to hear her story
and learn where she found those tiny earrings.
my hands shake as I prepare the tea, afraid my
faith will disappear, become a part of the emerald
bush, lost to me...
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mid-death in june
they bide their time those clouds
hiding in the sky's deep womb.
facing them now she spys her mother's face
above.displeased. hurrying past the past when once
as a child emily was broken, left shimmering
to pieces on the cold floor, only a smaller
child as witness. no one stops her dying then
or now. her head in the palm of the cozy gutter
dizzy toys wheel across her, over her hurt.
flying toys like lost planets housing perfectly
formed inhabitants, communicating without
a sound, making love without penetration.
...
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virgin x virgin
and
the stranger
sighs
here
like a girl
with her first love
as the virgin learns his body scripture
*
701 reads
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on sacrifice
your eyes command me
to be still
quiet as a doe
as I face dawn
your mouth brands my throat
my shoulder, my breasts
you hold me tight as a corset
pushing deep inside me
ridge after swollen ridge
i feel your lips against my ears
whispering words that burn my
mind into tattered pieces
now, on my knees with my face
between your thighs
my wet lashes stroke you
you tell me this is where i belong
your scent is my oxygen
yet my breathing is shallow
the touch of leather
makes me...
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31
Today I gave up on my needs,
my soul no longer down for the pursuit.
The sun is a bully, a stab artist with a friendly rep.
She's formed you into a golden-hued horse
silent except for your lush tail. I hate your hair.
Auntie cries: I can't find my daughter! Claims cousin
never gave her, her cell number, wants me to go to
the post office and ask the nice fellow with the red
bow tie, where she can find her child.
Fine. I lie. Hey, my own apples are getting soft.
Besides. Well. Besides, I don't really care.
Where is...
763 reads
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Thirst and Miracles
Far from the crowd we become thirsty
she's heard I am a poet and desires a poem
We begin to kiss with joyful need
dedicated to her about the blue bells of her youth
The moon's light ushers us along the road
they say she's a whore, and I am obsessed with
to claim miracles in the small jasmine-scented abode
disappearing into her flesh like rainwater
soothed by the ruby curtains stirring hymns to life
*
745 reads
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to
love.
to know
you will never recover.
muse: the various poems i have read in love and esp. in erotica.
to know
you will never recover.
muse: the various poems i have read in love and esp. in erotica.
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