Submissions by stagheart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
twenty-year-old east coast writer in a tired little town. nowhere to go but introspectively
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 1:37pm
29th Sep 2015 1:37pm
depress
the sky is aged, un-
certain. refractory
beams of sun caress lonely
water drops. tears of a
cloud walking through
wind to rapturous ends,
lighthouses free falling,
swayed, sometimes side-
ways, pheromones of
damp cement leaving vapor
trails that carry whispers
back to themselves, telling
them to fall again, this time
without the breeze, the
sky, or the struggle to hold the
light inside.
certain. refractory
beams of sun caress lonely
water drops. tears of a
cloud walking through
wind to rapturous ends,
lighthouses free falling,
swayed, sometimes side-
ways, pheromones of
damp cement leaving vapor
trails that carry whispers
back to themselves, telling
them to fall again, this time
without the breeze, the
sky, or the struggle to hold the
light inside.
525 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 7:52pm
28th Sep 2015 7:52pm
falling card
smirk signals
release, zipper
divides, slow
caress turns to
muscled veins,
beats like a
heart. lips
lower, tastes
warm, like
silk, she says.
glides up the under-
side, kisses
end, then pushes
inside. tongue
works in circles and
pulls me deeper,
nerves on end,
minutes into
seconds. hand wrings
softly, symbiotic
swirling of opposites.
pumping is
dangerous this close
to the edge, but not before
crystalline eyes and an
expert's motion send me
over. thick, white
ropes my falling card,...
release, zipper
divides, slow
caress turns to
muscled veins,
beats like a
heart. lips
lower, tastes
warm, like
silk, she says.
glides up the under-
side, kisses
end, then pushes
inside. tongue
works in circles and
pulls me deeper,
nerves on end,
minutes into
seconds. hand wrings
softly, symbiotic
swirling of opposites.
pumping is
dangerous this close
to the edge, but not before
crystalline eyes and an
expert's motion send me
over. thick, white
ropes my falling card,...
757 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 1:27pm
28th Sep 2015 1:27pm
red
red lips leaving red
petal pressings where-
ever they may.
red skin sucked, swirled by
tongues and
shadows the touch of
heavy hands.
red blood swells my
passion for red and
pink held between
frantic legs.
red is the color of
pain and palms where
clutched fingers
leave their prints, and
friction - heat of
bodies - one atop the
other, starting fires.
petal pressings where-
ever they may.
red skin sucked, swirled by
tongues and
shadows the touch of
heavy hands.
red blood swells my
passion for red and
pink held between
frantic legs.
red is the color of
pain and palms where
clutched fingers
leave their prints, and
friction - heat of
bodies - one atop the
other, starting fires.
749 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 2:56am
28th Sep 2015 2:56am
cigarette
i know you
know it's such a bad
habit, but it gets me
thinking. take a drag - drag
it out - let the cherry
heat up. you let your
smile show; smoke
silvery from your lips.
i know you
know what i've got
in mind. one left in the
packet, and we're
both feeling the pull. it's
late now, but maybe just one
more before bed.
i know you
know what you're doing.
you've gotten your fix hundreds -
thousands - of times, but this
one's bigger than you're
used to. and you take a
hit from the...
know it's such a bad
habit, but it gets me
thinking. take a drag - drag
it out - let the cherry
heat up. you let your
smile show; smoke
silvery from your lips.
i know you
know what i've got
in mind. one left in the
packet, and we're
both feeling the pull. it's
late now, but maybe just one
more before bed.
i know you
know what you're doing.
you've gotten your fix hundreds -
thousands - of times, but this
one's bigger than you're
used to. and you take a
hit from the...
680 reads
2 Comments
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