Purple Plums

Imagine a single,
shriveled pitted-prune
in a bushel of freshly-picked,
sweet, firm, purple plums.
Tiny beads of perspiration
trickle across goosebumps
eliciting witness to arousal.
Unblinking eyes gasp
at taut, silky flesh
when moonless midnights'
anticipation shudders.
The juice of the meaty delicacy
dribbles taboo down lust's chin
in a dream just before awakening.
An insistent shimmer-shiver
rapidly tattoos desperation
with every pounding heartbeat
of untarted forbidden flavor.

Chocolate

Overwhelmed by the scent
Strawberries named Paula
The salty Venice Beach
Taffy air wizzed by
An August sunset
That 1971
Blurred lights led
Up the walkway
To my hippie beach pad

In the later moonless depths
We all shed our clothing
And ran to the dark
Red tide phosphorescence
Stars glittered
The night reflected on the sea
As she hummed
In candlelight shadows
We swam naked and alive
Together with Hershey kisses
Stolen from masculine jaws
By delicately feminine tongues

I Sense; I Love

I sense honey nectar in a fragrant rose
As unfolding buds branch from stems;
I sense a sweet aroma weaving invisible webs
Which sparkle like crystals, refracting colors,
While captivating hand-holding, strolling lovers;
I love how they wind through seductive twilight.

I sense flimsy, eucalyptus leaves flapping
As the breeze lackadaisically flutters by,
Bobbing on currents' eddies
Without rhyme or reason why;
I love nature's breath -
Arcing white, cotton-candy cloud puffs
Across the immaculate, azure, midday sky.

I sense the movie's starring role, etching
Images on life's theater screen, extends
An offering to everyone alive - most remain
Content as extras or supporting characters;
I sense emotions all locked in cages,
Anxious to erupt molten fury,
Spewing their lava liquids
Across the desert wasteland we call lives spent
As spinning wheels, gears in neutral, disengaged.

I implore, "Mourning, take your clothes off,
And bewilder, shed your haze;
Prevent worries' creep into couplets
Scribbled in the margins of life's screenplay's page."
I sense rumor and innuendo's ignorance
Expressed in every part played off stage;
I love the bold, uncompromising choices
Made by every altruistic sage.

I sense evolution's grand ballet
Revolve in pirouettes;
I love that nature induces change daily,
Moment by moment,
Without ever resorting
To threats or violence.

I sense no line or stanza more important
Than those Mother Nature recites right now;
I love how the Earth fulfills her purpose
Without a question or sigh,
But through the perpetual erosion
That grows and ebbs on every tide.

I sense my lover's body warmth
As we cuddle through the night,
And feel her smooth, silky flesh
As my fingertips tremble across her cheek,
Eliciting anticipation-shudders;
I sense our heartbeat pound -
Quickening as we linger in embrace,
And taste electric longing's charge
When tongue and teeth graze over lips;
I sense our pulse race in exultation
Through shared hypnotic, wide-eyed gazes;
I love understanding's depth
Arising from honestly exposing
The niches in our minds' inner mazes.

I sense vital ardor
Expressed on every street
Life twists its path along;
I love the thrill - drums,
pounding out ancient, sacred rhythms,
urging every byways' exploration.

captivate caress

intent eyes focus,
offerings' slightest suggestion,
wrapped around lip-corners;
dry-throated swallowless
hallucinogenic fevered
fingertips curl down
cheeks, scattering drawings
traced across pores'
trembling flesh; secret
little sacred rivulets flow,
tidal insistence gasps
hotly, tingling
earlobe breaths, hands
loosely cup memories -
laughter and tears
ooze past now's grasp;
feather-light thumbs'
marvel - chin's hesitation;
quivering longing
adorns retreating horizon's
solitary moonbeam
eliciting aura's
unblushed innocence:
eternally locked pupils'
uninterrupted conversation
discards all trappings
longing begs
captivate caress