She

She

©carol voccia 2012

Eyes stare back in ethereal crystals

Lips seep honey in their smeared fullness

Smiles that sneaks up at the corners slipping into a dimpled crater deep enough

To distract you for a second as you fall into her wake

You know her as

She enters your mind through the aroma of a garden rose or the scent of wild mint

Leaves shimmer filling her outline with soft yellow spilling pungent red tinges on her edges.

Her skin- fifty shades of milk, cream and mocha touching as lighted dawn

Press against her belly as you kiss

                             The thigh waits in between each breath

Yielding

            She evaporates until the scent of her taps you awake again…..

Chasing Away the Devils Cell

©carol voccia 2012

Your urges fill the void and I tighten around your girth

Surging in all the volatiles I swell within your power

Dipping in a wild oaks the oceanic well

Cast seeds against the devil shedding all the goodness of creation

Against the harlot of doom

The angst of torture

Fill my belly

The life of you warms its goodness steeping as tea

Turning amber and tart and all so deep

An endorphin rich

Spirit sucking to the core of the ugly dividing

Choke off my dastardly cancer

Fill my core creamed dancing with red and angry circles

You fill my vessel and I will let your pedals of mercy heal

God returns when the sun shines against the enemy of life

Your river flow inside my tomb of woe

And I will live another day

Another week

Another year

Dancing In your spring

Of light

And energy

And love

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

Intimates

© carol voccia





1.





My touch slides

Eating tension

Pressing out tight

Cold breath in

Hot healing out

Putty skin under my scratching

Nails

Mark territory of glow

Red rises to surface as

You numb in the sting







2.





My Splash caught in tongue curls

Kisses long

Thick mood slowly moves the

Circle glow of candles

My Venus weeps over your

Intimate groove

My lips are yours

For as deep as you want





3.





Rolling storm

Caught in a wave

My ocean held in your lips

Beg me

Feed your wild

Looking for the Bones....

.. ..



© carol voccia 2009....

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I carved a boat and sailed....

Along sour shores eaten by sharks

Ragged rocks slice open spilling sky

A bubbling stream and wide mouth bass

Called me



I didn’t look back

As I opened your folded letter with spiney fingers ....

A picture clear and transparent

Leaked out



Grasping not the shadow in its message

The wind and silver brine opened my face

Each word stood as

Pure ice and

As heat curling waves lapping

I could not see your ink or envision the

Empty verse scribed
Neatly placed ....

I stained my napkin with

Water steamed open by my opulent eye

Not gazing upon or

Beginning to comprehend

The starless night

.. ..

Our moons drifting in shapely crescents

You, gone among the mists

Of Orion’s belt....

And I gathering up every fish pouring them out of the ocean

Into the rings of Saturn

The booming voice of reason pounds against me

But I will cast my net instead....

Looking for the bones

Falling Into The Big Night

© carol voccia....

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It falls so short

The time between now

And when

I ate each word and sucked out meaning

Between the rounds of drinks and torched

Dialog

You were high and lively and willing to risk and

I was drowning waiting for the sun to quake

Glimmered in all that was your

Shinning voice

Reflecting an eye wildly aloft

As flying hawks

Circling in the wind

Who were you when I

Squinted at mountains sorting out deaf dreams?

I just wanted to know

As you ride along on tinted glass and old smoke

How many shades of darkness do I need to navigate before

Falling with you into the big night?

Swallow True

Swallow True

carol voccia 2010



Reveal to me the song of you

Dripping with the fabric of amazement

Desire to be the world of love rolling from your eyes

Capture my universe with

Cut ribbons of light sparkling with your thought

Conquer the bend in time which separates then from now

Flying into the future with abandon

Enter me like a flower ready to spread its bloom

Fall into my breath

Be the meteor at high speed burying itself into my earth

Be the waterfall down my back

Cascading free as this poem

Singing your song as wild grass whispers in the morning breeze

Be the unborn nesting in my womb your spirit emerging modeling urgent

Observe the world in universal terms hosting local fire torching new ideals

Round the corner of yourself and dance into my mirror

Behold your future from my history

Recognize your reflection from another time abandoned

.. ..

Hold your cup

.. ..

Balanced between then,

Now and

Forward

.. ..

Sip sip sip

then drink deep



Evolve

Until

.. ..

Your life swallows true

The Cut Above

(c)carol voccia
March 2010

............
Woven in finest fabric

Strong, resilient, colorful

Holding fast the cut

Stitched tightly with a bending stretch

Carefully fitted for long wear and style

Room for a pocket watch, folded green

And keys to a future

Warp and thread top shelf grade

Soil and fade resistant to the onslaught

Of bleeding earth, ebbing tides and even heaven

This suit

Made of you

Its tag hand sewn across the left inside pocket

“Custom, 100% natural, self made of highest quality”


Written for Jesse when I believed in potential

Your Left Eye

© carol voccia

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I am compelled into your left eye

Connected to the right side of your brain seeking interpretation

That place of insight


Fully ignited in spirit and light

That soulful place of being “ness”

I gaze into its fractal iris

That pin wheel of fragmented color

Changing its mood like a kaleidoscope

A cloudscape of treasured memory and

Oh so much of you there

In the

Nebulas I pierce your left eye with my every sentence

Each one exact and precisely targeted

Going in to the valley of sweet gum and eternal power

Your riveted orb demands

my gaze

my attention

my own left eye

kissed

© carol voccia

thick air and moist lips
licked with a wetted tongue
to shine
catching the dew
that glistens on
your mouth

press them on me
my flesh the briny bark
my soft and subtle silk
my tender yielding
valleys

lick my salted fleece
that protects
the delta
and
kiss the slit of Venus
who glistening
moist lips
part for you
and kiss back

Your Ice Wind

© carol voccia

You consume me like ice wind
Burning me with your salt
Submitting
But aching to be in charge
I lust and want
To feast on hot chilies
Burning red in my mouth
Turning you
Inside out
Feasting on
Your guts
Blood letting droplets
Coat my chin and weep on my
Arms and legs
Your moon lips erotically
Exposed
Slapped until purpled
As you cry for me to never
Stop
Get on your knees
Wrap your grit around my
Fleshed thigh
Weep for my touch
I'll grant you everything the
Ice wind allows
I adore you gaping at my
Spice
While I crush you in my arms
And clamped embrace
Begging you to stay

Erotic Poetry

© carol voccia

Erotic Poetry
Passionately kisses your mind
Dipping its tongue into
Your brain
Licking your senses alive
Each line salivates
Oozing images
Over the edge
Slithering
Tentacles of thought
Slick sheets of hot waxed words
Melting over you
Slowly peel away the message
And its lipstick stain remains

Addiction

© carol voccia

Bathing in tones of sweet honey
Or like a hill with child
Rolling toward
The bottom
Hoping never to stop
You ride the pleasured crest
To potent nirvana
Bleeding to the other side of
White
Etching the sound of
Exquisite into your brain
Before
Withdrawal
Finds you falling
Into the eye of sweet aching

Parts

© carol voccia

If I added up all the parts of you

The individual items like a check off list

Your eyes, your shape, your voice

Your smile, your inches in height and breath and

Circumference

Of parts protruding

Or sculpted

There would not be a total of

Complete

That would measure up

They would all fall short

And yet

It's the complete of you

Spirited by the warm of your

Heart and soulful

Tender gaze and

Empathy

Rising from a well of depth

That rates the 10 I see

Not that I'm keeping score

Just that it is the you'ness that

Rates complete on every level

Not the parts that show

But your blinding self that truly IS

My Wild Notion

© carol voccia

My dark secret is found in your
Reflecting azure greens
Do you read my clouds
And wispy thoughts
Of crazy reveal?

So deep the well
A ringing tumbler
Recoiling and resounding
That I pull the trigger
And fire

Straight into
My wild notion
That you were
Mine

My Own Private Holocaust

©carol voccia

My own private holocaust
Rides inside
Deeply keeping me prisoned
Slowly ripping
Wire barbed and
Chain
Take my naked cup
And offer it to the
Blind guard passing
Let me drink
Set me free
No one sees the
Captive
Inside ‘sept me

Waiting for Love

©carol voccia

Sitting in the sand

of

Hour glass

Sifting the

Grains

Through hand and finger tips

Who can stop the flow

Of time in

The glass of hours?

Who will find me

In the grains of eternity

or among the

Stars that lay at my feet?

I'll take a cup

And catch the rushing

Granule Spark

To capture the one

Who will capture me

Sunday Morning Diner
carol voccia©

The light horizontally

Leaks through

White mini blinds

Shading the sidewalk sun

A window logo presses a silhouette

Across the seams of light

Like a sketch

This memory

Snippet hovers in the

Smell of ground coffee,

Vinyl, and a chorus of

Tinkling spoons

For the cost of a buck and a

Quarter

The Sunday Tribune

Creases at the crossword

Canada Love Poem

I met a Canadian man who
In friendship shared
His story of
Love in truest
She was the morning glow
Who’s eyes sparkled gem like in brilliant
Birds and wind sang in her spirit hair
Cradling his love in her soul
His heart in her hands

His earth a happy song


And in cruelest shift of unexpected
Handed back in splintered
He’s heart
Bleeding in his hands
His river of tears never stopped
Lapping on edges of rugged rock


The seasons layered themselves in years
He searched falling in beds
And potent parlors
Of she forms looking
Crying in empty arms
And hollow love taking each as steps
To the next


Then he saw her
Profiled in a search looking for
That was lost
A maple leafed citizen living among
Puget Sound Yanks
His Canadian hat was willing to breach the
Bordered line,
Steal her back to their loony home

His heart leaped and ran the mile
Toward her tender kiss
But tales still sad this time around
She could not leave nor wanted to
And in a second she broke him

His soul turning to sand


Through his eyes I read his trust and looked
In pained pitted core
My own life looked as sand in houred glass
Sifting through shards of red
My eyes are yours, I said to him
My love on your side of the waving leaf
Not to me would he venture or
Risk his heart
Me here; him there
And I, too, still look among the
Stones of tearing rivers
My own heart cast on ragged rock

Bleeding still

(c) carol voccia 2006