Sliding

Gorged inside the rift of lotus spirals
I am etched into the shape of your laughter
Marbled and grained
Angled angels held open your gates
Chubby wings lifted bright eyes
And sliced alabaster lips

You see,
I burn inside from depressed wells
Of bottom feeding emotion
Loathing holy grails lathered on marsh moss and
Dank lizard skin
Green shapes and odd pools caked against your
Wisdomed tooth.
Spit up the bloody truth and I'll sing songs to it
……..I loved the guts of your open belly
And swam in the lake of your charm
And my pitted insides
Ache
And wretch
And impale
Every side of my red boxed throbbing
Hand
Shoving up your puckered place
Eating it from the inside out as your
Love mist scorches my mouth
Peel back the scabs of my pain
I'm drunk on gin and acid
Smeared in mud sliding thru to the end of the
Phone yelling
"Listen to me;
I'm dying here in front of myself"

And I dripped thru the cracks
by the time you answered
With your opened eyes and a la bastard lips

Scorpion Love

I hold you in my melted palms
As your tiny stars burn holes
In my ice skin
You the universe
And I its keeper
Your orbits
Leave in mystery
Colliding inside the wake
And spray of monumental ocean
Not that you were ever mine
With heaving spirals ancored inside
But your spined thought
Scorpion stung the inside of my gums
Infecting my kiss with
Cankered love

Poised

Adventurous feline
Waiting for
Dip of flower petals
And tender breeze
Lashes and glass
Cuddled blush
Rush
Melon syrup
And rose delicate
Kiss
Heather fields are
Bracing against gale wind
And thicket of black berries
Holds in scent of
Its wine
Often dreaming along
Rocks and froth lapping
Streams
I wait

Flirting with Disaster

The wheel flirts the asphalt edge
Skirting disaster
Rimming a breath towards
A fatal error
Cork screwing dirt devils
Feathering deaths door
As a faint knock
Speeding against time
Steering your rolling steed of steel
Down crooked neck path
Dousing luck and plan with
Lethal doses of pained barbs
So loaded in torture
You didn't see the tornado
Rise up
Sucking you in its force
Like Dorothy
You
.
.
. Plummet
As a gash
In the middle of a green desert

Before realizing
You were wreckage
With nothing left but
Crows plucking out your vision

Playing It Safe

I won't hold you tight
or kiss you
Only in the moments of now
will I embrace you
Keep you warm and
light a fire
There are other moments of now
With others who need my kiss
Just in case you forget
Where the warm is
The others will take your place
And I can be
( safe )
in numbers

Illusionary

I'm rolling back
The poet words
Desires and all webs of
Harm's way

No need for metaphoric
Verse, the truth will serve
Just as well

Your love play
Taints me in my deepest place
Of passion scorched

Dead sand and empty buckets
Leaking brine
Ill stop crying now
My ocean brims of crusted salt

I'll close the door on my heat
Douse out flamed script
Illusionary at best
A poor substitute
For brilliant reality
Barring stark
Which mirrored back to me in blank

I should have known better
To miss interpret
It's the asp's belly I can't have
That stung

As You Leave for Texas

So you lumber as a plodding ox turning up
Fertile earth around you
Furrowing messy rows of
Tears and weeping

Your precious books left behind
The intellectual part of you lingers
That undecided piece which
Will cautiously wait unplanted in reality

Muggy air is temperate with thick memory
Dreaming of impaling fingered fantasy kinked
Between the rows of neatly feathered
Poems I penned and tucked in your side pocket
At our last
Rendezvous

Perhaps later when you have combed
The thin green hills of Texas and find the air
Too sparse
You'll read my ragged emotion
Scribbled with my pink tongue and wild ink
And you'll wickedly think of what was abandoned
Secretly wondering if
The rows of furrowed earth left under my feet
Are still etched deep with sweet fasting roots
Erotically exposed
With gaping hunger

Saving Me

You speak to me
All raw and unfiltered
Unfolding your vision towards
Heavy cobbled paths
Whispering in angry silent white
Words exposing intimate
Demon songs
Lilting along the edges of
Meaning sculpting your breath
In small ohhs of damn ward hell

I am without armor
And sting against the caustic landscape
You paint
Your thick air bruising my temples

I can't save you, my darling
This time
Your silent prayers are too harsh
I'm already burdened beyond my scale
Your path tempting too steep a journey for this heart to make

Caroline's Poem for Gregorio

I am your queen
Thick
Waxed eye
Languished on
Salted air and
Sweated brine
Your challis ocean
Drunk
As an offering
Feathered
You kneel and kiss
My naked arch
Melting as worship in
Tethered service
Curl your thoughts around my
Waist and draw me in as
Viper’s pungent verse
Speak poems to me in Arabic
Wrap mystic words inside my
Throat singing Allah praises
My forest for your wetted mouth
Owning my Venus
As oyster and pearl
Becomes your vision
Tones of my thick honey
Deeply drunk
Leaving your stain and kingly smile
On the hem of my memory

Your Name

Your name seeps
around the corner of my lip
Tonguing it from inside of my mouth
Fearing if I part my smile
It will be uttered in cream
And my hearts liquored breath

Your seasoned spice exhaled
Pearling into foamy thought
Edging syllables around me
And in my
Nerve
Catching each nuance
Of your liquid sound

Saying Goodbye

Breezed air
Flagging freedom against wild blue
In an endless field of stark wheat colored mourning
Catching the sun's tears in small cups
My nite shirt flapping across my knees
Hair dancing and tangled
Catching all the songs of your thoughts
Leaving
The bright of you is clutched in the ebbing flow
Of my wave good bye
And I sip potent empty
As you leaving

(c) carol voccia 2007

Wreckage

It started like a train wreck already swollen steel
Angled and twisted
You wrote thick wild words all packed in tight
Metaphors and begged me to consider all the
Wetted dewy thoughts of tying me up at
The gates of passion dangling on ropes of
Grated lust Like orange peels and limey acid plucking out
The sour notes
You were about to tell me the bitter truth
Instead
The froth of silk and sugar spilled from your
Lips and I bought the whole notion of you in a single
Leap right to the railroad tracks that would
Find me endlessly chasing your tales

You were beguiling in your passionate
Assessing the treasures I could perform on you
Never once reveling that your heart was taken by others
A lie falling between us as you touched my crème d' rogue and sucked deeply
Into my magnificent garden all the while feeling my hard legs and milky thighs
Wrapped around your bending need
I was the mistress you wanted and you ate my honeyed fruit
God! you savored me and I fell to the ever cunning poetry
You and I feverishly penned with such elastic thoughts and gaudy images Ringing the urgent fantastic in every way possible
And still
The tight fist of your heart was always between us
Even in the book store over coffee
Or at my bed inside the hours of salty heat
The amazing wonderings of your ache and in the scorched thrill of our aggressive
I became an Amazon and you my captive pawn but in the end the
Belly of chess captured the queen's delicate neck in a noose and the only Way out was to let you dissolve into the inky fog you created
Keeping the idea of us pure folly

Our jade green nights lay short
And your wind swept days with "her" long and endless like
The tracks you road on before we became
wreckage

(c) carol voccia 2007

To Err....the point of all of this.

There are too many heartaches ....so I write instead.

It equalizes the pain and

neutralizes

the sting, which,

in reading, sometimes

re kindles itself.