memories of you, images in ink and sighs, sift through the pages of my mind a soft breeze fluttering, a sharp gust, and I remember you: your smile as you stroked my cheek, the sun streaming through my hair, my own smile reflected in your brown eyes turn the page and I woke to your […]
examining her pretty blues I saw the traces of bite marks along her eyelids each red mark filled with dried tears and the echoes of heartache laying my tongue along each divot I tasted the memories of neglect and self-loathing the lies and the deceit and the abuse I tasted turmoil and lost hope oh […]
Laying on the grass, hand in hand Together staring into the wide blue A breeze slips across our skin The longer we gaze up and up and up Deep blue calls out to deeper blue It’s almost as if we are floating Weightless, tiny but always together She sighs and I look over at her […]
my flames of passion burn bright for you my love in the morning all I see is cold flesh and slanted eyes your tears are crystals of ice but my tongue is fire wrapping my arms around you desire licking ice from off your skin look into my eyes feel the heat of my ravenous […]
I’m just a humble poet with very little need Making people happy my one true deed Inspirations come in all shapes and measures But oh my Christmas Muse she doth give me pleasures Lay on the bed and wait for me Crack the window for you will see This cold night when I come for […]
these bruised ribs ache to be covered, soul-yearn on the cusp of eternity, a moon cradled in the nest of your stars yes, you are my most precious thought first thing in the morning dawn my beloved best at night, dream-thirst: you tara caribou | ©2020
My review of Stephanie Lamb’s poetry book “Verbal Vomit and Other Poetry and Prose.”
my hair like fire my lips, the wind my breast the sun and a solar flare love blooming, bursting out of my chest x-rays and hard gamma desire lifting my eyes my eyes of the blue ocean swirling, spilling salty lust tears my ribs ache with denial seeking retrieval remembering you thirsty, a blotter begging […]
I woke up in the middle of the night as sick as a dog. Wait. My dog never got this sick. Henry, my Golden, had the constitution of an ox and the compassion of a Mystic, so he followed me from the bedroom as I raced to the bathroom. I don’t remember what happened next, […]
your soft honeyed lips whispered little secrets and sweet lies my ears stretched and strained longing for more my heart knew better still I ached musical lyrics or lines of poetry I listened wishing each word was true I inclined myself to you hoping dreaming one day lies would become truth so press those lips […]
