Infatuation Poems
Drinks
by Samantha Grace
[Wine]...one glass, tipsy...
with his hand pressing her waist
close to his body, she feels
comfortable, desirable, warm, drunk
with pleasure in his leading arms,
......
Your Twin
by Samantha Grace
Reclining on our backs,
we wonder at the sky.
You point to the abyss of potentiality,
and, tracing her tattoos
with your hand in the air, mutter,
There, like the closing
to some sacred ceremony were we've
united halves into wholes, and suddenly
......
Broken Boomerang
by Hannah Sokoya
Throwing my black girl magic your way.
Bending and snapping, (in blonde legalese)
Picking up the instrument of seduction,
aim- unfettered by distraction
Thump on the barren sand
my efforts land.
The love that stays where it's put.
Broken boomerang.
......
How ya feel? (Sonnet #077)
by Darryl_M Unspecified
On broken pavements, I walk.
The unsounding sounded.
Unto you, I come, but pass by.
Further you go, then I turn back.
The sentimental upon my ears,
Just another memento of what I want,
You.
Is being lost in your absence, love too?
What about indecisiveness in your presence?
......
Fragment, a beautiful Fantasy
by Darryl_M Unspecified
Written on the pillars of my heart, is your love.
Written on the stems of my attention, is your beauty.
Written on the roots of my thoughts, is your picture.
Written on the seeds of my emotions, is your presence.
Seeds sown by the sower with a shovel of dote.
Cultivating the fields of my heart, with tender, love and care.
Draw nigh unto me, see our future noted in my eyes.
See the flowers of my faith blossom in your smile.
See the flames of my love make the sun dull.
......
Day dreams
by Prem Sarito
What have I done?
The heart opens, the mind wanders,
I fret I will be shown once more the fool.
No matter, enjoy the moment, tomorrow there may be pain.
¿Qué he hecho?
El corazón se abre, la mente divaga,
Me preocupa que se me muestre una vez más al tonto.
No importa, disfruta el momento, mañana puede haber dolor.
Broken Boomerang
by Hannah Sokoya
Throwing my black girl magic your way.
Bending and snapping, (in blonde legalese)
Picking up the instrument of seduction,
aim- unfettered by distraction
Thump on the barren sand
my efforts land.
The love that stays where it's put.
Broken boomerang.
......
My Mind Her Playground
by Nicole B
She was always lurking in the shadows of my mind.
As I entertained the thoughts of her she would come out to play.
She coyly ran and hid as fast as I wished to regain focus.
I never quite understood why she had stayed for so long.
At least that was until I realized I had never asked for her to go away.
Drinks
by Samantha Grace
[Wine]...one glass, tipsy...
with his hand pressing her waist
close to his body, she feels
comfortable, desirable, warm, drunk
with pleasure in his leading arms,
......
Your Twin
by Samantha Grace
Reclining on our backs,
we wonder at the sky.
You point to the abyss of potentiality,
and, tracing her tattoos
with your hand in the air, mutter,
There, like the closing
to some sacred ceremony were we've
united halves into wholes, and suddenly
......
