Poetry ✣ Love Letters ✣ Haiku Senryu

Alone—
in the dark of your thoughts
when the tolling arrives
announcing the entrance of
that new hour, focus on an
empty space where ever
you are, whether it be in some
spun-fine threaded cobweb
little corner, or on an old
broken lonely chair somewhere.
Then close your eyes for
a little bit, and when opening
them, see me raise the glass
of my loaded delight,
experience the toast of ecstasy
froth forth o’er the fine silk
of you unfolding in my hands

©2013 j.a.o.a.

Years later—
After some time, a quarter or 
so plus a few hours more,
the phone rang in the AM,
that’s how she’d refer to 
the morning when we talked
spells ago, a quarter or so
and a few hours more.
So I said “hello”
before her awkwardly slipped 
in (hi) and recognizing the 
voice I said “hello” again.
“How’ve you been” 
she briskly risked.
“Like sugar on rain” I said 
“I’m just fine; your silence has
worked me well …it’s just the 
right swill; so, please, 
may I have a few more quiet 
years, a quarter or so plus a few
added hours would do so well”

©2012 j.a.o.a.

(via liquidjade)

Provocatrice,

Toi faites si féminin, callow words scribe ripened thoughts, carve my flesh, offspring brooding essence. Chimera, I wed you, decreed my vowed diaphanous vehemence flight of my imagination. Yes, embracing your layered beauty, cold translucent slippery film, I have espoused you. Religion formed evanescent joy, temporal recompense, female’s coy feigning love, you are giddy titillation of infinite make-believe become my favored affliction.

Me.

©2012 j.a.o.a.

Qui, mon amant,

Imbue I ask o’er my love-scar linger your burning by-and-by. Inflow in your boudoir of conquests if only for awhile. And I want you plain and unadorned nude in the semiprecious chalcedony of pretend decency. I accept your make believe validation devoid of intrude-full prying mores. Allow me drape over you the libertine shawl I sow. Let me summon devouring legions o’er the night transmute this pastime affecting your self-pleasure.

Me.

©2012 j.a.o.a.

Un soupçon,

When at last the final spark you rid of me within the hint of your mute grin, I know I’ll lie bare over the altar of abrupt insinuation in your spume blithe carefree don’t-give-a-damn denial. Cast about my frustration’s precipice, rope-tie the “lead me astray” peccadillo dangling in confusion amid your languor. Envelop within the spiraling cigarette smoke sphere-lings drifting from your lips. Then by briefest touch I’ll witness cast on sullied-crumpled-sheets, the impending fetching, temple of your mew feast, so copious and redolent-thick, I thirst you voluble enchantment, fount of incongruity.

Me.

©2012 j.a.o.a.

O’ refuge,

Sip your coffee then tell me… what would you do if I would just look at you, hold captive your face, look deep into your eyes: treasure that envelops the breath of breezes, oasis of my restless ways, path without destination that melds us when we are apart.

Bashful beauty, trying so to irritate me so I won’t look at you so hard, what would you do if I would count each pore, tiny spreading down of your skin so fine, mysterious limpid little patches laid o’er the Korakuen garden of your fair Eden, terse tissue of wonderment, luster of your self-conscious?

Love, always yours,

Me

…

Refugio,

Bebe tu café y luego dime… qué harías si te mirara sin parar, sosteniendo cautivo tu rostro, mirando profundamente en tus ojos: tesoro que envuelve la respiración en brisas, oasis de mis maneras perturbadas, caminito sin destinación que nos une cuando estamos separados.

¿Belleza tímida, intentando tanto irritarme para que no te miré tan fuerte, qué harías si contara cada poro sobre el esparce minúsculo de tu piel, pequeños límpidos misteriosos, jardín de tu Edén, tejido fino conciso del Korakuen, lustre de tu timidez?

Amor, siempre tuyo,

Yo

©2012 j.a.o.a.

At dawn—

I am breath you exhale and sigh to the sky by the wind I vanish and at night by the moon in its light I am a ray, tight thread threading through mounts, trees and valleys, on slippery and silky stones finally I arrive at your alcove and you inhale me by the sleep of your dream….

©2012 j.a.o.a.

smile—
bare discreet 
immediate
temple of
the hint,
bathe under
the sun your 
spell and 
seduce my sin
©2012 j.a.o.a.

Tacit nude—
Have you noticed how 
you do me allusion?
With unseen
fingertips you tug bare 
the seeping red 
strands of subterfuge
pugnacious love,
deception of indistinct 
evocation over the 
savanna of desire 
splay circuitous tease
your audacious mock
©2012 j.a.o.a.

and although—
my carafe brims
full of tremendous
allusions,
transfiguration and
apparitions o’er
the air of me,
i’ve come to realize
no one can come to 
know me wholly 
much less have me
absolutely for 
it will be as it has
been since conception,
instant of the first
shrouding sleep,
i will be as always
within the tolling
lost hour, forever
still i’ll keep
©2012 j.a.o.a.

This thing—

Seated here darkness slithers between memories, drifts over the sea of inept intuit, distills in passing my ruminations and its presence draws faint as night pangs away amid the mollusk-like dragging out dawn’s creamy yellow. And I see clearly my love’s impulse to have anyone, everyone possible within the chamber of her orgy-like persuasion, boundless sensual sophistication. Where from her lair she asks:

“What’s it all about poet? Detail the intrinsic craze of you, make evident the vociferous recluse strife made word stanza builder for I know you are as I am sinner, saintly mortifier of venial sins, committed to mortal transgressions to breathe to feel to live all thought like dust arousing nomad chasing the unviable daybreak scouring the sunset pulsing the inexorable impulse I own you, my fixation.

You are the door I’ve opened, stepped through the threshold of you, and in subtle cerement, I cede to the weeping passion dripped obsession, chasm of your end arranged neatly delusion morphing sepia-pressed powder budding petals dry sift I grind your inking tattered, wind-blown pages, still framed symmetry like me! Your first love, immovable relic: your delusion, unraveling soul waiting, palling pallid to inhale once more this fallen illusion, remnant of our duplicitous experiment.”

Thus I am ensnared, suffocating by her lure enmeshing dream-threads ‘round my ill-fated enamored fate surrendering all within by way of a willing heart and flesh afire to the sound stirring sediments painted metamorphosis returning swells scything the mutilated scarring of her labyrinth sirens’ spreading song, and I’m driven mad, willfully clutch to tempestuous depths affecting my plight effecting her blight; her web, my mortality teetering to and fro about her twisting orgasmic sensations.

©2012 j.a.o.a

her stray mix—
a russet
made blithe 
scything 
rhymes of love, 
coffee dreams 
so divine to 
creamy smear, 
her lips
blood withered
damp red 
kiss of 
ginger thoughts
©2012 j.a.o.a.

Lampyridae—
nocturnal beetle
winging luminescence
you awaken
peeling iridescence
between the sheets 
of fire and verse 
and yet you find 
required sharing a
sparkling of these 
beyond me… 
simple harlequin 
sulfuric inspiration, 
valence of your 
brief incendiary 
©2012 j.a.o.a.