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When I flirt, the sheet of quiet I spread through the air, hold fast two ends as it alights softly on the bed where life is lived amid the ardor of our souls and in the moaning shadows, your flesh I grab, twist and gently Force your gorge boldly stab through in fictive play for these words are the way I play ©2009 j.a.o.a.
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  • Alone—in the dark of your thoughtswhen the tolling arrivesannouncing the entrance ofthat new hour, focus on anempty space where everyou are, whether it be in somespun-fine threaded cobweblittle corner, or on an oldbroken lonely chair somewhere.Then close your eyes fora little bit, and when openingthem, see me raise the glassof my loaded delight,experience the toast of ecstasyfroth forth o’er the fine silkof you unfolding in my hands©2013 j.a.o.a.

    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.

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    • #new year
    • #2013
    • #poem
    • #romance
    • #poetry
    • #Love Poetry
    • #Love poem
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • 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 talkedspells ago, a quarter or soand 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 hasworked me well …it’s just the right swill; so, please, may I have a few more quiet years, a quarter or so plus a fewadded hours would do so well”©2012 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.

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    • #dark poetry
    • #Love Poetry
    • #past
    • #romance
    • #break-up
    • #silence
    • #call
    • #poem
    • #poetry
    • #lovers
    • #ex-lovers
    • #artolozaga poetry
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  • 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.

    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.

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    • 4 months ago
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    • #lovers
    • #love
    • #Letters
    • #message
    • #missive
    • #Mis Cartas de Amor
    • #love letters
    • #mail
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • 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.

    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.

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    • #Letters
    • #lovers
    • #love
    • #romance
    • #message
    • #missive
    • #love letter
    • #love letters
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • 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.

    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.

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    • 4 months ago
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    • #Letters
    • #letter
    • #mail
    • #missive
    • #message
    • #love letter
    • #love letters
    • #romance
    • #blank verse
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • 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.

    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.

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    • #love
    • #letter
    • #love letter
    • #love letters
    • #lovers
    • #Spanish poetry
    • #Korakuen
    • #woman
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  • 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.

    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.

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    • #prose
    • #story
    • #lovers
    • #love
    • #Dawn
    • #moon
    • #breath
    • #sigh
    • #blank verse
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • smile—bare discreet immediatetemple ofthe hint,bathe underthe sun your spell and seduce my sin©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.

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    • #erotic poetry
    • #poetry
    • #poem
    • #sin
    • #dark poetry
    • #dark poem
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • Tacit nude—Have you noticed how you do me allusion?With unseenfingertips you tug bare the seeping red strands of subterfugepugnacious love,deception of indistinct evocation over the savanna of desire splay circuitous teaseyour audacious mock©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.

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    • 4 months ago
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    • #woman
    • #poetry
    • #poem
    • #lovers
    • #love
    • #Love Poetry
    • #Love poem
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • and although—my carafe brimsfull of tremendousallusions,transfiguration andapparitions o’erthe air of me,i’ve come to realizeno one can come to know me wholly much less have meabsolutely for it will be as it hasbeen since conception,instant of the firstshrouding sleep,i will be as alwayswithin the tollinglost hour, foreverstill i’ll keep©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.

     

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    • #dark poetry
    • #darkness
    • #dark poem
    • #poetry
    • #blank verse
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • 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

    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

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    • #prose
    • #confessional
    • #writing
    • #blank verse
    • #story
  • her stray mix—a russetmade blithe scything rhymes of love, coffee dreams so divine to creamy smear, her lipsblood withereddamp red kiss of ginger thoughts©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.

     

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    • #poetry
    • #poem
    • #Love Poetry
    • #lovers
    • #woman
    • #artolozaga poetry
  • Lampyridae—nocturnal beetlewinging luminescenceyou awakenpeeling iridescencebetween the sheets of fire and verse and yet you find required sharing asparkling of these beyond me… simple harlequin sulfuric inspiration, valence of your brief incendiary ©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.

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    • #dark poetry
    • #dark poem
    • #darkness
    • #poetry
    • #poem
    • #Love Poetry
    • #artolozaga poetry
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