And so we begin this affair of the soul-blown heart. Words written long ago, long before the meaning was fully known. Embedded now in flesh that once was stone we rise and seek its very taste. Its gentle ways caressing, lighting the path before us. Illuminating hidden signs like a beautiful star kissing the precious […]
and for my next act? what would you like me to be today? perhaps I need to stay up late and recite some poetry for you? move you with my words or would you rather I put on some beats in the background and moan a little? do I turn you on? here’s my camera, […]
My review of Layne Ambrose’s poetry book “And Other Things From This Time”.
Your fingers brush against my skin as you gently gather my hair and move it away from my neck. I shiver. I sigh. Inside I’m humming, anticipation for your next touch. Your lips on my shoulder, suction and teeth. I completely bend for you. Your draw is powerful, I am overcome. Intoxicated. Your voice low […]
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and inward mind. I am troubled of spirit and a passionate desire. […]
Love’s green leaves unfurled in my heart The moment you spoke my name New life, a new creation Seeds unwatered but waiting patiently Your hand in mine, I lifted my face Your smile, a bright orange glow in my sky A kiss on my cheek, roots spreading Your heartbeat beneath my palm And love bloomed […]
My review of J. Warren Welch’s poetry book “That’s Not Poetry”.
Your love, a delicate seed. My words, to water and flow. Our passion, the heat of the sun. A kiss, now watch it grow. tara caribou | ©2020
Undressed you a million times, In a million different ways, In my mind a vivid memory, I can paint you blindly, I feel like you’re breathing inside of me, My hands keep wandering over my hips, Along the curves of these thighs, Delicious words echo in my mind. As memories of those lives long-passed flow, […]
I relate to J Matthew Waters’ poetry more often than not. And here’s a perfect example. you’re a producer an individual & an artist an entrepreneur cut from the same cloth as a perfectionist redoing & undoing & redoing for goodness’ sake you live your own life believing it’s furthest from a lie for no […]
