Doings of Lovers Poetry

Genesis, Exodus, revelation— I like the way you ink boney configurations on your skin, bleeding black through translucent tissue, fingers x-ray-like rhythmically drumming the day-beats-on, and its delightsome cadence forms mouthwatering morbidity, straining to feel…. Just feel knife-cutting edge sharpness and fear bending beautifully bored in the winding wind, dirty and wild things expanding and collapsing, creating then dismantling, clapping time eroding light and dark, and mom cradles baby to hush… “Hush your dreams will all end soon beneath the flannel blanket full of daisies.” ©2012 j.a.o.a. ©2012 Jose’ Antonio Orellana Artolozaga View Larger

Genesis, Exodus, revelation—

I like the way you ink boney configurations on your skin, bleeding black through translucent tissue, fingers x-ray-like rhythmically drumming the day-beats-on, and its delightsome cadence forms mouthwatering morbidity, straining to feel….

Just feel knife-cutting edge sharpness and fear bending beautifully bored in the winding wind, dirty and wild things expanding and collapsing, creating then dismantling, clapping time eroding light and dark, and mom cradles baby to hush… “Hush your dreams will all end soon beneath the flannel blanket full of daisies.”

©2012 j.a.o.a.
©2012 Jose’ Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

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J U N E

niemandsrose:

” I understand her. She cannot be considered as a whole. She is composed of fragments. Only passion gives her a moment of wholeness. Perhaps, being as she is, she may lose your human love, but she has gained your admiriation of June the character.” (The Journals of Anais Nin, Volume One)

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Treat me like your favorite book; read and reread line by line as if you are reading me for the first time. Refresh yourself of my idiosyncrasies, funny habits and oddities. Glide your hand over each leaf of paper caressing and caring for it, careful not to judge too harshly my ways, and if by chance some written incident bleeds a tear, let it tumble on the page, then slowly Blot it with a kiss ©2011 j.a.o.a. View Larger

Treat me like
your favorite book;
read and reread
line by line
as if you are reading me
for the first time.
Refresh yourself of
my idiosyncrasies,
funny habits and
oddities.
Glide your hand over
each leaf of paper
caressing and
caring for it,
careful not to judge
too harshly my ways, and
if by chance some
written incident bleeds
a tear, let it tumble
on the page, then slowly
Blot it with a kiss
©2011 j.a.o.a.

# poem treat me like poetry book love poem lover kiss quote message quotation love message letter

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And so it came to pass—The old tiger descended from its den of ruminations stretching and arching its back while clearing the sour from its growl beneath a sky that coffered night within an array of stars each one blushing a tiny gleam.Then roving about on its colossal paws, the beast roamed the sleepy jungle sniffing at invisible figments trapped in the thick air, reminiscing of long gone antics now dissipated in the transposition of time. Soon after, it settled the larking remembrances to a slow nestling amid profound yawns.Soon sleep spread a sheer of dreams gently cloaking over the massive head and its eyelids slowly tranquilized the green of its gaze. Then moonlight spread a splay of wrinkling silver furrowing a wavy stir of monolithic breaths fading into his lover’s heart.©2012 j.a.o.a.©2012 Jose’ Antonio Orellana ArtolozagaShivers of Pleasure Book View Larger

And so it came to pass—

The old tiger descended from its den of ruminations stretching and arching its back while clearing the sour from its growl beneath a sky that coffered night within an array of stars each one blushing a tiny gleam.

Then roving about on its colossal paws, the beast roamed the sleepy jungle sniffing at invisible figments trapped in the thick air, reminiscing of long gone antics now dissipated in the transposition of time. Soon after, it settled the larking remembrances to a slow nestling amid profound yawns.

Soon sleep spread a sheer of dreams gently cloaking over the massive head and its eyelids slowly tranquilized the green of its gaze. Then moonlight spread a splay of wrinkling silver furrowing a wavy stir of monolithic breaths fading into his lover’s heart.

©2012 j.a.o.a.
©2012 Jose’ Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
Shivers of Pleasure Book

# story short story tiger prose shivers of pleasure artolozaga orellana jose' anotonio orellana artolozaga

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