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