Misunderstood

©carol voccia 2012

The longing is gone now
Your eyes no longer beg me to follow
Or yearn to
Dive deep into them
But the stain of you is there
Lingering in unfinished business
That eroded what we could no longer
Communicate
I rode the fault-line as much as you
The only difference
I knew it
You didn’t
Grandstanding was the armor we wore
As the wind blew away the sand we
Stood on
Now it’s just air
And memory
And deep seated regret
Not from knowing you but
For letting you leave
With a pocket full of misunderstood

August

©carol voccia 2012







I know August

She’s sultry moist air waiting for a summer storm

Firing lighting waves of charged particles dancing in the rain

Splashing against fruit hanging ripe in freckled shapes of pear

And avocado

I remember August

Her light seeped under lush forests

Washing her hair in tepid streams along hemlines of curving shores



Oh I had August

While blazing against the whole horizon

She quaked and spun corn silk

Milking creamy meadows

Singing in budding fields of sheer wildness



I adored August

As she scooped up froth of ocean bellies

Her smile a full wave against the melting sky

Her eyes fire and smoke curling south reading poems of

Heat and salty sand

And just when I thought her arms loved me

She knew when to part a kiss

And turn away to greet

September

Sanctuary

© carol voccia


Amber shines against stoned layer

Nestles in black earthen beds of rich

Abundant sun rays

Drench red and orange tamale hot

Love abides creatively dancing in fun and song

Spilling social invite to my private paradise

Enter only if you desire peace

Calmed clarity in healing green and gray

Energy cascades in ribbons of joyous

The spirit glows passionately kissing the temples

Our eyes transfixed and our hearts seized

In meditative awe



Come rest in between long breaths and warm pulses

My Sanctuary lies here

Please

Go within

graveyards

The whole world is a graveyard

Entombed layers scattered in sides of mountains

From pristine air to heavy sea

Each last breath wraps around

Shrouded bones



We kick dust

Or dissolve in murky mud

Littering ourselves indiscriminately


Green life reaches to the sun

Death compresses itself to the center of the earth





© carol voccia 2008 all rights reserved

The Litter

Sep 26, 2008





Dreaming in soft tender bellies

With sour milk on their tongues

Nuzzled and trusting they heave

And sigh as a whole

Clamping to each other like

They clutched in her uterus

Caped only in their own

Sparse fur and mother's spittle

Shallow breathing radiates clouds of warm

A quivering lip snarled over

Sharp dental fangs

The bitch protective

Sweats at her nipples

The xy Factor

© carol voccia 2009



Its tall boy wheels

All gloss and chrome and glass

Wheedling foreign

Objects as distractions


Clipping off cut nails on

Board room sales chart

Grounding of edges

Egos caustic evolvements

Revolve in mental worlds


Sipping a testosterone cocktail

Drone sniffing the heat relentless as

The gas burning on the sun

Orbiting for the kill in

Bedrooms of commerce

Or boardrooms of romance

They come as chiefs and solders

Twisting a look at the time

Adjusting for rendezvous under the

Skirts of town between thick thighs



Hellions swilling down the rush

Commanding attention

While slick tawdry laws capture everyone

But them



Commandos of history charging hills

Ordering the sky to open

And pour out poisons of war

Claiming seas to vomit red

Spilling their load over the sheets



Rape the weather kill the falling air

Heat the ice

Melt the zones

And it all boils down to not enough

Splitting empty inside of love

Finding it nowhere

Yearning to suck at the tit while

Strangling the Madonna smile



Courting only bottles of amber and packs of smoke

Cut the throats of them as cards

Snorting white, inhaling the burn

And sporting chrome wheels that turn endlessly

Nasty Boy

© carol voccia 2009




Five ten in chiseled rock

Unassuming smile

Tongue lightly grazing teeth

Amber eyes looking through my staring blues

Lips speak trash

Fingers cop a feel

Pink puddles on lace

Nipples crush inside the heaving suck

My ass slapped

A warm up test

Exercising the range of force to dispense

Bend over exposing the wild rim

Sit on my face to lick your ass

On my knees

My back

My haunches

Over you, under you, as captive clutched between muscle thighs

Pull back hair and slap face sting

Pink my flesh with your whip

Oral-oral-oral

Probe the depths of esophagus phlegm

Vomit up the fleshy meat

Chizz dripping

Smear it down my belly dance

Oh, you little whore-come here!

Kiss my wild

You nasty nasty boy