The golden orb has brought a blooming heat
We have something to celebrate, you're glowing!
We bear fruits that are wrapped all sweet
The summer solstice gathers our family, sowing
Cherry blossoms and lilies bloomed
Water once icy now sparkles vibrant blue-greens
Skin flushed, baby hairs sun kissed golden, dubloon'd
Endless summer is upon us, sealed with the laughter of teens
Greenery wrapped around the pole with wreaths
Sticky fingers from strawberries 'n milk glossed with sugar
Army of children thick as thieves cartwheel with rolled up sleeves
Scuffed feet wander through tall reeds to where minds wander far
It's just a game this dance of The Little Frogs
Dizzy, we play pretend and gather in a family circle
We'll run away to the sauna in Mormor's clogs
Potent lust leaves a musk, the soil here is fertile
Cleanse your soul and you'll be peachy keen
Steam your sins like toxins as flesh flames rosy
Moonlight bathing splash a shimmering scene
I bask in your warmth, in the dark, feeling the current below sea
Ode, 9.3.22.
Dear Enchantress,
I must confess,
Your voice booms in my mind
every promise ripples in my temples
Forever, I fear that bass will dance in my thighs
Lingering embraces compel the voltage to amplify
Spritzes of glamor
on your soft neck, purple veins
distract from the gems on your hands
I envy the rings perched on every finger
I beg you. Come here
sooner, I ache in your absence.
when you hold her gaze, intimately
my heart is scorched in boiled water
Don't you feel the heat my eyes convey?
destructive pressure rises, fiery bubbles burst
from my eyes, so I hide away
Into the night, my boudoir becomes
a mirage of fantastical erotic display
Spritzes of glamor call on thee
Enchantress, I beg you!
My throat burns— as pulsation fades
Open my heart with your
Hands, circle this throat!
Imprint your deadly claws
In my unworthy chest
Give me, something
Bewitching, sweeten my sentence
Enchantress, show me your glory
or give me death! Freeform, 9.5.22.
Enchantée
Let us learn the tango and heat up Rome
Dip into the water, I know its chilling
To Fall
Let us produce the centerpiece in a beautiful home
We may char it slightly, due to bad nerves, or
the stove goes neglected as I explore your curves
Let us sip a thousand flutes of champagne
among muffled laughs and stolen kisses
tender, like bruised apples, your lipstick left a stain
Let us embrace when you feel like flying away,
We'll ride the current till they are passé
Let us
Let me, enchantée Seduction poem, 2.9.22.
I mourn the curls that could've been
I mourn the curls that could've been
I mourn the curls that could've been here
The curls that were unapologetically
Coiled. Tight. Swirled, and raised
to the sun, they didn't halt to salute
my ancestors with a textured crown
that was beaten to submission
by my own two hands
White faces were my only mirror for so long
I did what I could to match them
setting fire to my mane, I roared
In pain, ears hot and fingers supple
My crown is matted, the jewels robbed
