Replaceable

Remember that night when,
Darkness fell,
Our worlds violently colliding,
Explosion of anger and rage.

Eruption rooted from,
Your own mouth-watering,
Temptress corruption.

Emptiness in your eyes,
Overflowed tears,
My rapacious appetite to,
Maul and rupture your,
Soul into tiny,

P
    I
         E
              C
                   E
                        S…..

Of sharp,
   Shattered,
       Shards
            of
               Glass.

I didn’t,
    

I couldn’t,

It just isn’t me.

Even though,
Your malicious actions I foretold,
“It smells of roses here,” I candidly said to you,
Fragrant petals remain on our heavy laden pillow.

All I see is you,

Caged in these four boxed walls,
We are alone to face one another,
An almost threatening silence covers your mouth.

You don’t speak,

Then…
I sit and listen,
To your,
        Denial,
Is the address you keep.

I knew of your many travels around the city,
Left and right you went,
Sun-kissed lips, she touches you,

As she sits with,

A
        

Gleeful
               

 Smirk,

As you drove the desire around
In the vehicle that,

I bought you.

Loud cries like wolves in a pack,
A surprising mammoth voice leaps from my mouth,
We engage in this insurmountable battle,
Yet, no one wins…

No one ever did.

I deserve better,
I knew it then,
I know it,

Now.

This journey alone,
Is well traveled with ease,
No longer am I emotionally restrained,
By your rusty,
Dusty,
Handcuffs.

My wrists still have the scars that show,
Your marks of pain,
    And
Anguish,
But I’ve let go.

This weary traveler,
Freely roams,
On this,
       

Lonely,
                
               Journey,


Of surprise and opportunity.

Yes, you are replaceable.

Again

Under this beautiful,

Towering,
Willow tree,
Leaves faintly falling,
Fleeting,
Whispers,
Branches brushing against,
My shoulders,
A gentle embrace,



So soft are…

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Your eyes,

I find,
My gateway,
To your soul,
I have the only key,
Guiding me to unlock,
Your puzzle…
I find myself staring,



At you.



My smooth,
Child-like fingers,
Anxious and finicky,
Reaches out,
To gently trace,
Your lips,
Back,
To mine.



Underneath the beauty,
Of nature’s wonder,
The cotton clouds,
Scurries above us,
Attempting to amalgamate,
With the blue hues of heaven’s portrait,
As if to hide,
They don’t want to distract,



Us,



From…



Your lips which,
Finds itself exploring,
And imploring,
To hide in the tufts,
Of my mountains,
Hidden underneath,



My…



Shirt,
Smells of you,
A new unforgettable,
Concoction,
Infusing itself,
Into my skin,
Burning into my flesh,
Like the small roses,
Which my lips,
Tattooed,
Onto the crook of,



Your…



Neck,
Is where I find your cupid’s passions,
As you travel,
Tenderly down,
My undercuts,
You are a true trailblazer,
Affectionately,
Thrusting,
Your arrows into the hidden,



Cave,



Opens my…



Legs,
Moving with you,
Like ocean waves,
In unison,
We become one,
An explosion of excitement,
This typhoon,
Throws me ashore,
Back and forth,
Rhythmic,
Electrical attraction,
Immersed together,



Under this beautiful,
Towering,
Willow tree,
Leaves faintly falling,
Fleeting,
Whispers,
Branches brushing against,
My shoulders,
A gentle embrace,



So soft are…
Your eyes,
I find,
My gateway,
To your soul,
I have the only key,
Guiding me to unlock,
Your puzzle…
I find myself staring,

Back,

At you,

.....Again.

These Words

These words,

Are dancing as it flows with each line,

It shouts,

Phrases panting heavily spilled onto paper,

Oh, what a mess,

Waiting to arouse, suppressed thoughts and,

Emotion-filled anger, excitement of exploding fireworks,

Look, what a sight,

Traveling down your spine, it tickles,

The poets who defecate these words into his or her mic,

Through the versatile, sometimes bludgeoning pen,

Mysteriously striking you blind sighted, to see

Enlightenment with,

These words.

And so...it begins!

First, this photo is of me taken in San Francisco, one of my favorite sacred spaces where my spirit feels at peace, tranquil and rejuvenated.  My spirit always feels compelled to be in constant reflection about myself, my experiences and life in general.  ....And so it begins.....I am awakened to the start of the Regenesis of the Sultry Tongue!  What does that mean, you ask? Let me begin by sharing that I've often found myself making the right choices when I listen to my intuition.  And, it was during the evening of Thanksgiving 2011, when my spirit/intuition compelled me to share my writings, express my truths and grab the pen and paper to start writing once again.  This, out of nowhere feeling to get back into writing, has led me here. 

My life continues to be filled with beautiful, joyous, painful, inspirational, heartbreaking challenges, and spiritual experiences that have led me to where I am today.  However, I am grateful to every person and each experience in my life.  I define myself as a work-in-progress, constantly learning, evolving, a process that leads me to be in a state of ever-lasting transformation.  The totality of who I am and what I see in the world, can be seen and felt through the thoughts, feelings and experiences in my poetry and writings.  My ceaseless evolution for positive transformation, both external and internal, can be best understood through the power of my Sultry Tongue.  I am grateful for your presence here...and am thankful to you for viewing my work. 
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