His Name Sakes!

He had a six pack gut with puffed

Pectorals that gave way to his short frame

For a man who disdained tats or piercing of any

Kind he liked his women earthy thick and looming large

With full mountain breasts and wet cunts

Ready to flood a doorway primed at

Any bend for rutting

He climbed trees scarring only the dead ones

Leaving the rest to flourish like he wanted

His women

Fruitful and willing to sire as many of his seeds as he could spill

And when they were ripe with child hovering in stirrups to

Push open a bloody offspring

He preferred men for fucking

Their only requirements were condoms and a dark

Place to cavort

He prided himself in keeping fast company

While his bitches gave him name sakes

© carol voccia 2008

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Fashion Statement

Swizzle stick

With clouds of billowing hair

Glittered haughty glances

Through smudged lids and

Bat wing lashes

Hip line scant as

Arrows

Lithe and angled

A clothes hanger stance

Heeled pumps

Don't even shape the

Calf

Bossom-less

Full of neck line

Ear loops larger than

Her waist

Strut and saunter

Fashion move'n

Runway groove'n

Robust me wondering~

Does any of this matter

At 50 something?

(c) carol voccia 2007

Too White to sing the Blues

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I hold on to Mr Zoloft

When my shoulders emit searing pain

My pounding blond head fills up dazed

Someone wound up the birds

They harass opening up the

Sky with their noise

I oft time reveled in those songs

When life was green grass and tender

Moss

But today my body betrayed me

So I plucked the joy from their

Murdering throats

Someone once said

I was too white to sing the blues

(c) carol voccia 2008

His Memory of Her

The memory of her Was like a saffron mist of Sunlight Breaking through clouds Recalling the smell of her Rose like a soft rain On a gentle field of jasmine The smile of her Freckled with white Alyssum Crowned her face Her breath Sewn into a wreath Her words crooned birds From swinging branches Her poems pressed the sunrise to Weep in joy He recalled it all As the day waned to indigo And stars winked And the hollow moon tipped Soft shadows He was naked in memory His life Tumbled scarlet © carol voccia 2008 all rights reserved

Reflection

Speak to me in deepest true

Gather me up like a silk napkin and blot me across

Tendered words dripped from lips purging

Let me absorb all you wish to say

Wrapped attention to your meaning

Of worried doubts; jagged edged world dividing

Soaking you of strength and reasoned mind

Still the music you feign to sing

Strums beneath the soul

The harp plucking to be heard.

I'll hear you

And wrap winged thoughts as gauzed bandage

Rock you in all pleasures your depth can hold

Care not your wilted garden

Thorned bush or jilted path

Let me take up your brightness in a porcelain cup

And sip from it until you're mirrored in my eyes

(c) carol voccia 2006

Sometimes Love Comes Easy

I love the smile of your

Eyes that light up

As you express your most

Hidden secret of the day

In between the oohs and ahs

Of impossible

Situations that make us laugh

Because you will find the

Fun in all of it

Even when its not

My heart sings as you look

At the wonderment of life in its

Absurdity and reach out

And embrace it anyway as

Warmly as you embrace me when

We hello or goodbye

And I love you think family

Is your most prized possession

As you let the ins and outs of life's

Game taking the course it will as you

Steer the helm but you know

The gods will have their way

With us anyway

And I read between your lines

As you stutter in the fog of

Confusion

Because the heart of you

Will be kind in the

Wake of the harsh you

Try to un-wrong

And I love you because

You ask the universe for

Guidance and then hold me

Tight while waiting for the

Answers

(c) carol voccia 2007

A Cloud of Blue Eyes

I almost walked passed you

But I felt your chiseled face in a cloud of blue eyes

And golden ring of hair

Standing as a guard in waiting

Knowing I would smell your presence

It happened fast

That I was yours

Before I had a chance to

Contemplate your real story

I was dressed in lust

At your disposal

I crawled to you willingly

Handing you my fruit

You loved my thick kiss

Instantly knowing with

Some satisfaction

I had never traveled down your twisted

Path before

There I was with my tongue

In your ass wanting more

You sensed it and pushed me

Into your kinked fantasy

You fed me your flesh

One aching pore at a time

My breath came quick

And my desire

Burned like an inferno

You wanted to torch fear in my eyes

I want to give you anything you required

I unraveled as you begged me to take you

I wondered if it would pale

This side of me

So stretching to please you

Just for a touch of your

Warm insides

I pushed my cunt into your face

And painted it with my honey

And I called you my king slut

And you begged for more as I took you

Just long enough for you to own me forever in your

Cloud of blue eyes

(c) carol voccia 2006

Enlightenment and Thought

Eons of books tangle my hair all those

Words waiting to be read

Is it possible to gather thoughts and meaning

As waves of data

Splattered like paint over the universal arch to

Timelessness where the suns

That pose as stars in trillions of meteoric measures speak to us?

Worm holes and

Gothic towers all colliding in the

Cosmic flow of eternal ice and forever wind

Obsidian glass cracks open the frozen mind demanding

The master sitting in cross-leg wisdom profess to us while

Our inside hollows bite

Will I even listen as I gorge on thought?

The Buddha laughs at tender grass hoppers

Spirit isn't thought

But the essence of translucent light transference integrating all things

Unseen as seen and

All things known as not known

Thought and ego bleed forever and we obediently sit under the ancient rain of it

Catching its ruby sorrow in cupped hands as our own

But It is not

Nor will it will ever be!

Cries the master in silk and burlap scrolls

It's an illusion

A wish

A binding prayer of ignorance and blindness

Hold those trillion suns close to your naked face and let the

Cutting light and flaming ribbon stream

From every portal

Pore and pin prick

Cleanse the black bush scorching white

Bleeding pure

Until your oneness becomes REAL

The egoic embracing mind

For all its stalactite might

Will implode bombastically

Within its own separate cavern

© carol voccia 2008

Cashews

Buttery plump paisley shaped commas

Bracket savory dishes

Or iced creamed treats

Roasted or non

Chocolated or plain

Feed them to me

One

*

By

*

One

*

And I'll lick

The salt off your

Tasty fingers

(c) carol voccia 2006

I AM

In a deep conscience place
Within the dream state of being
The ravaged upheaval birth magma spews orange
Heat exploding black earth
Was it me, your you, or the collective us
That told the silent universe
To cast violent stones in the still of eternal blackness?
Atom symmetry trembled
forcing ripples against the forever
And you and I embracing the white head of collaborative spirit
Molded the primordial ooze from the eyes and fingers of our own
Sweet breath
In the beginning there was darkness and void
You held the lamp so I could scribe
Genesis on the face of each blasting atom
And I watched as you carved from the bowels of nothingness
Our song
I AM

You, Me, Us
In waves kissed life and bore endless
Fruit singing
I AM,
I AM!
In precious silence we meet
Comrades among the still and awake
Remember me and I will remember you
In each silent prayer of aware

Singing
I AM

(c) carol voccia 2008

Wanting to be Found

Cautiously turning pages of scripted verse

Yellowed pages absorbed in ink leaking

Their pearls

My eyes connect and

Understand its pernicious unraveling

I shed my clothes

They bind me

Pinching my thickening waist and tugging at

Dimpled Thighs straining tightly

Unrestricted

I turn my pages languorously

I am crazed like the spider web glaze

Of my tea pot

And slightly chipped

Like my rough spun clay mug

I cup tart liquid

Steaming up my nostrils

Sipping and

Pondering all the

Ways I could change

Or reverse

Or Charge my course

Inside

Outside

All sides

Muffled in lost wanting

I have denied such meanderings

Un-coiling and re-coiling the rivets of my

Salting hair

Recanting evaporated memories of

Shameless youth that knew nothing

Not even in this

My silent moment between the

Inky cuts of profound insight

I lay wanting to be found

Shamelessly as in my youth between these lines

Of spilled brew

Stained

On yellowed pages

Sweet Clover

Lightly folds

The clover beneath my feet

Soft tenders cooling buds

Press against the loam

She sponges back

Yielding in her earthen breast

Walk upon her emerald hair

A voluminous spread carpeted vermillion

God’s green kiss reaches between

My toes

Visit my friend Mimozi!

An Irish Summer- for Mimozi

© carol voccia 2008

She plucks the clouds out of the sky

Putting them in baskets

From the dark and gloomy

She pulls damp lint from the

Grey umbrella over head

Each hole in the sky

Leaks out ribbons

Of amber light

The reward shines on her face

In dollops of warm

I Want to Have Sex with the Whole World

Open up your valleys and spew up the foam of raging rivers
Keep the tattooed cave walls trembling
Harness rocks avalanche
Wheeling force and tonnage
My tongue drags along delicate pebbles of salted ocean
Licking up the quaking froth
The chasm of desire fleshed out
With each pore praying for relief
I want to have sex with the world
Discover each hiding secret and sacred place
Probing every ounce of shimmering depth
Fold over the beads of heat and spray
Of sweat and hot
Feeling rapture in the endless dance along the
Sea valley of grass prairie
Watery dreams indulging in fiery hoops of
Volcanoes breathing gas and vaporous lust
I want to savor it all right down to the
Musk oil in my nostrils
Uncover all secrets, open up the gaping mouth
Biting at my neck
Wrapped twining legs
And milking breasts that push the landscape
Into exquisite buds of molten roses
I want to fuck all that is mud and primordial ooze
Bury myself in animal fur and electric shock hair
Come undone peeling from the bones and rise to meet
The stratosphere

I want to make love to the world inside each iris
Each mind and altered ego
Washing me ashore against the rocks with the shadow of the moon
Flailing at my arching back

The world smiling at me in sweet orgasmic waves
Mirrored in my eyes from a trillion suns
Holding a solitary flame

© carol voccia 2008

The Salty Tango

Silk straining beneath heavy hands
Punctuating nipples
Press hip to molten pelvic
Rotating bellies

A convex concave tango

Pull my mouth into your sucking breath
Ride my tongue with liquid
Lips and salivating kisses
Cut to your knees
Find my salty delta
A thick forest of musk

Breathe your fire in seams of pink
Shiver ridges of flaming thick flesh
You ride deep
The jellied moon
Coming to the howling dog

Fold Away Blues
(c) carol voccia 2008

I'm a wound with blue beating veins
Carried under sun freckled white skin
Dolling out
Burnt orange justice
I have imploded deep against drown love and
Thin paper airplanes
Rising above an opiate glass heart
Flying aloft your hard folding voice
I ascend as a lark
Rising to an elliptical sun

Legs crossed under my night shirt
I thumbed through tossed
Letters
Dog eared and stained
Smeared ink masks evidence
Oh those times you wanted me
Incriminating notes of iron will and intuitive logic
Of urgent voice wrapped in thickly written poetry

Logic can't save any of this
Or the lark
Or the rising dawn
Or even the cream in this morning's coffee that curdles
Under the strain of my spoon
This early moon reeks of you
As I press myself against all reason

Tinged blood courses through tight veins
Leaks blue melancholy
Creasing memory into origami birds
Beat this wound against cataracts
Blinded in clouds and ice echoes
Spill out bitters burnt in orange
It's justice to simply

Fold you away

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comment from a reader in Literotica
07/14/08 by KOLKORE in USA
folded but still loaded

All those loaded emotional memories depicted in rich imagery, unfold till they run their course (for now). Folded again and still loaded they will be waiting for you.

Mind Doodles

1) Pomegranates

Cut garnets nested
In a paper womb
Plucked out to stain
Your mouth



2) Heel e um balloon

Aluminum belly
Swollen tight
Pinched at the bottom in a pucker
Pull the string
Watch gravity defying ghosts


3) Down the drink

Morning Coffee
Stares
Unblinking like a
Brown-eyed Cyclops
Waiting for cold
Lips to devour its steam

This World is Beneath You

Shimmering whisps of gold and silver

weave your mane

haloing your charmed and gracious face

budded in rose lips curled north

your violet eyes shine mirrored

as a still lake softly rippling your essence




brewing, we spill ourselves on tall grass

opaque pearls drape your porcelain shoulders cascading

across your silk

follow me to the end of the blowing branches

scratch the sky in tandum as I stroke the tender

velvet of your heart and song

I hold with amazement as you

render me breathless

I desire the sheer motive of your brass core

trembling to be found




kiss me full and ripe

let me touch your heat and cascading love

tangle with me in linen swells

as I bow at your perfect arched foot

delicately resting above

my whole world where I spread before you my heart




my darling,

you are too precious for this earth

too kind for this weeping ground

too decent for this harbor of red pumice grief

The tainted world is tiny at your feet

shabby and vulgar in its tempest

you rise above the quakes of foul and breathe sweet

air into the lungs of my sanity

let me fall into your jungle of tender colors

eclipsing any shadows that might fall

and save me!

as I sing and fold

inside your

perfection

Waking up from a Deep Sleep

It takes a jolted comin to Jesus moment
To wall etchings scribbled in my own
Slimy penning
Oh it takes someone or some thing
To jar
And agitate that core rivet that holds in
Locked up vomitous pain
It's always been black mailed,
That pain,
"Dull me with your drug and I'll go away"
It reminds,
But daily I still bleed in a seething gnaw
So I drug it one last time
Stopping to hear inside that voice of skeptic
Denouncing all that I try to do
Will it be an endless chime pealing away at my nerve?

No rite of atonement washes my face
The day I set aside my foolish and
Unrealistic
Looking the future square ahead
Without a blinking escape hatch
Licking the urge
Liking the purge
Lapping at the task
Do I hear a frightened
Baby- girl sighing
(Finally)
Deep with in the channeled place?
Rivets sweat and loosen
Rolling to the floor in chucks of myself
Sweep it up with the clutter,
I have cleaner
Days ahead
And brighter (k)nights to dream in perfect
Atonement is my salvation today
A caveat of sane speaks to me ..
Deliberate, I am finally listening with my heart.