My Intimate Landscape

© carol voccia 2010


My intimate landscape
Folds magic when pressed into service
Mountains weigh heavy along the peach sculpture
Rising and falling with each soft wind
Cradled flesh
Nestled in fur and feathers
Each pore a droplet of brine
Weeps diamonds
Scattered along the edge
Capture its sparkle
And you find
Wells springing from
My solid earth

Imagine My Hand

©carol voccia 2010

In the junction of our voices sharing

I stand there pooling at your freshness

Your skin slowly peeked from hiding

Behind your shirt unaware of my gaze

A longing

Portend of soft spot protruding

Fleshed in your girth covered with your fur

Softly yielding as I imagined and remembered you

Projecting in the middle of dancing words

No longer paying attention

Holding my thought in transference

My hand gently

Upward slides to uncover

Your man skin

Your chest plane

Your heart covered

Human cap over sweet emotion

You smile within your song unaware

Of my glacier melting eyes desiring

A teasing touch

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

The Gigolo

The Gigolo
© carol voccia

for Basilio

The cadence of his hooves
Strikes a handsome silhouette and offer
Candied charms in shimmering tinsel
Coughing up Latin words and calling out
His demands hidden in wine and scented wax
A stunning backdrop purchased from a moonlit night
Smooth as a baby’s bottom
Sly as snakes in bottled oil
He slips in his sugar smiled grin professing
Moonscape wishes over romantic architecture
Leaking out of his eyes is a folded heart
While rivets of tin lined empathy contrived and calculated
Snarl in the shark teeth
His cut hungry
The jackal swims in his bucket
And the madam
Fences with her silver blade
Poking holes in the story he oils
There is only so much tinsel a woman can choke down
When the sun opens its eye to the day and the
Moon sneers at the nights remains

Thirty
© carol voccia
for Jesse

All urgent and fresh feathered
Willing agility dancing around
Spike-filled roads
Untouchable
In those days of resilience and naïveté
Highway and rubber meshed speeding forward
As non-stop flight into imagination cradled abyss
Holding court on exposed nerve
Dangling failure as a dare
Cupped in brave
Spinning in blind
Faith held a place for a three point landing

Swollen Grief
Category: Writing and Poetry


I am swollen with grief

Its shadow batters me with ice waves

Finding portals in the cracks of sane

I asked you if it were better to witness my tears before you die

Then the misery would be over and I could bury you

Without sadness

But your blue dramatic slammed into my wails of horror

Marking your days and weak hours holding on to slips of memory

Morphine drip calmed demons scorching brain and gut

And you apologized for your life

In slurred speak offering your devotion in a two finger code

The end came with shallow breaths of warning

And I now stand in the middle of melting sand

My glass brittle

My grief cupped

A coffee stain with sugar cubed grit un-melted

Sifting to the bottom of me

My heart cutting at red


In Memory of Michael J. Mills
my devoted friend and partner

© carol voccia August 3, 2009

How I Spent my 60^th Birthday

© carol voccia

June 3 2009

The valley shimmers softly in erotic warmth

Mounds of heaving earth painted in shades

Of vermilion and dark bark

A sixty foot swing tied us to an oak of grand proportions

And we rode ourselves as children among weightless glee

Defying earth and the gravity of memory

We flew against the swollen sky

Six decades of me stood aside as my hair

And skirt danced in hidden youth

Drinking laughter and glorious joy among the

Birds and smiling forest

We were four

Women of the sun-goddess commune

Feeding to each others fruit dipped in gold

Glowing within our own providence each

Scuffing clouds with every arch of the swing

Touching our wanton toes into the sultry air

We rose and fell from the arm of the oak

Remembering girlhood

charmed and timeless

In an afternoon that beaconed us to play in a moment of now