Will you come to me tonight
You were right, it’s what I want
Let’s drive along the Parkway
We’ll revisit our old haunts
Lets shelter under the willow
Where no prying eyes can see
My body’s aching for your touch
Unwrap yourself for me
Your lips are benediction
As you bend your mouth to mine
Kisses that are sweetened
With experience and time
Share the lessons not forgotten
Held in check until you came
Every secret, searing memory
Is sparked to fiery life again
And now our bodies crash together
Truth speaks in sweat and seed
Time reveals we are a diamond
Unwrap yourself for me
27 May 2015, reworked 29 September 2018
The thought caught me by surprise
Was it a sign of weakness?
Have you ever had one of those moments?
Well, not weakness so much as a surfacing
A loosening and a flowing
And the feeling that I thought was weakness
Started to taste more like desire
How I remember that flavour anyway
It’s the memory of how my name sounds
When it’s spoken from your lips
20 September 2017
The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.
So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.
These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging
Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now
My heart’s Jericho
18 December 2016
For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.
This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.
Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.
Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms
I feel so… stretched
Pulled thin and transparent
I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy
My heart needs… replenishing
Pumped out and labouring
Brown eyes like amber
Tell me all your heart’s secrets
Such treasures preserved
Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate
Leather, chamois, silk, velvet
blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee
I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.
When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.
I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.
I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.
Such a tangled web we’ve woven
Your benign indifference leaves me frozen
Snap you fingers, demand my fire
This bed feels like a funeral pyre
If you don’t love me, leave me be
You can’t pick & choose the parts of me
17 October 2016
So it seems
I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams
10 September 2016
As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.
Treasured old letters
Love, hope and dreams in cursive
24 April 2016
This inked evidence
I was loved will be again
Proof’s between the lines
Heart do not despair
Your beat lives on in parchment
Tender tinder sparked
1 June 2016
© Karin Bole 2016
It’s the weekend and here’s the deal
I know you’re in town and that all you need is a reason
So, you pretend that I’m not a hypocrite
When you show up on my doorstep with a bottle of wine
A smile and bad intentions
I’ll pretend that you aren’t the most aggravating man on the planet
As I pull you into the house, into my arms and into this thing
That we’ve known is going to happen
Since you tapped that key
11 March 2016
At what point does craving become crazed
The crossroads of desire denied and utter despair
Tactile memories conspire to keep me on edge
A raging fire that consumes – has consumed all fuel in its wake
I am left with the taste of you on my lips
The feel of my hands on the ghost of your sweat slicked back
Controlled, maddened by this aching, insatiable impulse
My hunger grows and my desire hunts you tirelessly over the miles
7 March 2016
Reblog – why not? He’s too pretty to not share and Mamasan can’t ground me ’cause this one’s ‘clean’!