Saturday, May 31, 2014

Mimi - Mona Erotic Poetry: Outside My Window

©Outside My Window
Mona Arizona, May 2014
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona
All Rights Reserved



Reclining
On the sofa Friday
in the early morning hours
reading, unable to complain of fatigue,
feeling shrouded in a kind of
ineffable numbness
after hours of sensual words
spoken to me by him—words that offered
both of us pleasure while we were apart;
the heat outdoors returned and the
prevailing silence was disturbed by
an unrecognizable noise.
It was close;
I grew nervous.

Diversity
was a politically correct description
for this neighborhood;
but diversity had gone downhill
in the years I'd lived here.
There would be no lamenting about boredom
when frightened fathers from places like
India, Pakistan, Iran, and Japan
gave up their homes and moved
their families some place safer. The single Caucasian
mother who moved in across the street
when the sky was wide with blue,
lived there less than one month—
she fled during a work-week day due to
changing reflections and more menacing nights.

Speed Bumps.
They were new within the last month.
They're narrow.
They're too high;
they scrape the bottom of
low-riding cars...
and regular cars and trucks if they don't slow down.
Next year, school buses will no longer drive up the streets
to pick up Hispanic and Black and Caucasian boys and girls.
Pizza  and Chinese food
delivery guys and gals complain.
They'll probably stop their deliveries—
Wonder how many people will complain.

Surveillance
and police road blocks became weekly events.
Clouds, scantier and less menacing than the nights,
frolicked endlessly, changed shapes.
Curious at first,
I looked out my windows
as if I had no other options,
too afraid to step outside the door,
too afraid I'd get caught in the
vault of heaven due to some
New-Day-Wild-West gun fight between
the law and the banditos of the new "Hood."

Walled,
my yard was a prison with a glass door
to the house
and a gate with a Master lock to
protect the garbage can kept there
(because no one wanted it
in the garage in this heat)
and the glass door with its weak lock.
Birds came to life and coyotes disappeared
at sunrise on a day when
merciless heat returned with a bang.
A large footprint in the gravel border
made evidence someone jumped the
gray, six-foot-cement-block wall
to get into this prisoner's yard—why?

Dismantled...
that was how I found the doorknob
of the front door—which faces a main road
that is actually a large circle around the "Hood".
It came apart in my hands
when I tried to open the front door.
The heat was almost as murderous
as the battle ignited by a
new kind of burn from the
fearful sweat that streamed
into the fissure of a recent wound.
The infamous "They"
jammed the garage door opener, too.
Maybe I came home just in time;
nothing was missing, but things were moved around.
Sand stones tipped with the promise
of death surrounded me in disguised form.

Shadows,
silhouettes on the wooden blinds,
figures back lit by the streetlight
in the early hours of the morning,
as if I was watching a film noir,
rippled as they moved to one side outside.
Inching closer, I halted my progress,
stood on the opposite side inside.
A solitary finger slid slowly
between two brown slats
like a surgical blade but
emotionally stilted between
languor and vigor, it nervously and
twitchingly lifted the slat resting on it.

Voyeurism
was not my intention when
I watched my Hispanic neighbor
push a woman against the side of
his car and kiss her
while his hands strummed
her ass, which overhung nothingness
at least a foot out in the air.
When they moved to her belly,
her groans were musical and
I wondered if the two of them would
break into a cabaret number any
moment just to surprise me.
Then, two hands climbed and conquered
the crippling size of her breasts
like some mountaineer looking for
points to stick his flags.
His body oscillated; his hands slid
down to introduce themselves to
to her gyrating mound.
I turned away before they
opened their eyes and
turned to see the off-kilter slats of my blinds.

Slinking
back to the couch with my own
hedonistic thoughts and desires,
I tried to dash away desperate
wishes for my own guy
to make another phone call,
and picked up my book.
But I couldn't read...
the silhouettes continued their
sexual ballet on my blinds
and my body was responding
like some deserving candidate
for some prime role every girl wanted.
It would have ended sadly if
I hadn't made my presence known.
I went to a lamp and turned it on...
one more light from inside
and the shadows jumped
outside my window.



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Friday, May 30, 2014

MIMI - MONA POETRY: Don't Ask Me Why

©Don't Ask Me Why
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona
All Rights Reserved


Please, don't ask me why;
You can take your time,
You can take mine.
And, if you lose yourself,
I will lose my mind.
Somewhere, out there, in
Between the moon and lunacy,
I'll be waiting for you, my dear,
So, please, wait for me;
No regrets...please forget...
If only you could forget...
If only you could forget.
Will you forget?
But it takes time and plenty of wine
When you're carrying the weight
Of the world there in your eyes.
Our love is like an airplane;
Life is just a stage; so
Let's put on the best show.
Somewhere out there a
Parachute waits to catch
Our falling love...won't let it die;
So, Baby, don't you cry and
Please...don't ask me why.



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Thursday, May 29, 2014

Mimi - Mona Poetry -- A Toast: To Love on Our Terms

©A Toast:
To Love on Our Terms
Mona Arizona, May 2014
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona
All Rights Reserved


I admit I never understood it all
And underneath the waves
I'd rather be with you
Than hear them say we're wrong
Oh so wrong...so wrong
Love is mostly what they can't see
Let's just look away
Our shadows won't leave us alone
When it comes down...down to the wire
You couldn't take me much higher
I'm thrilled I fulfill your sex dreams and
We get lost in time talking to each other
Look in the mirror and see but
Never regret the things
They say we've done wrong
Oh so wrong...so wrong
Let's undo things we've never done
Darling, does anyone really care
Heaven only knows what we've done
Losers desert you in the end but
You're more than my friend
I admit I never understood it all
But I'll be there for you
I'll catch you if you fall
For who knows you as well as I do
And our song can't be wrong
Oh so wrong...so wrong
So world lift your glass and drink
A toast: to love on our terms


 (Artist_in_Love_by_the_surreal_arts....artist not identified)

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Connected

©Connected
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
Mimi Wolske—Mona Arizona™
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visible body scarring
stronger than hurt

liminal space buried
wounding words

not at Inquisition,
not a heretic, only hedonistic

they dance among religions
with a capital deliberate

a parlous state
their inhumanity judges

deep tolling bell
within me opened

a Third Eye so
I see, fall in love

wait to possess
sexually—wordlessly




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Mimi-Mona's POETRY - ROMANTIC: Shrouding Us in Moonlit Darkness

©Shrouding Us in Moonlit Darkness
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™
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Wind whistled through the caverns
of the canyon, the warm breeze
whirling dust speedily across
the floor and abrading the rock
layers of the canyon walls.

"Damn," I whispered, and wiped
away the rancid perspiration
dripping from my face and from
under my arms with a second,
already-soaked-in-sweat bandanna.

I wrung the kerchief and tucked
it into my pocked with the
folded envelope that enclosed
the letter from you, the one
waiting for my overdue reply.

My boots crunched over the
dry earth, the wind rasped in
my ears, and I saw little at the
horizon through the dust as bits
of rocks bit at my neck and face.

In my kaleidoscope memory
is where you come back to
me and those feelings that
hitched a ride with you, it's
those feelings I'll always have.

I placed one foot in front of
the other and thought—wondered—
how the devil could place handsome
you with your crooked angel smile
in my path if it wasn't right.

You always take a step back
when I fall apart and gaze
into my eyes before you take
me in your arms; do you
see the love in my eyes?

You've taken me places I
never knew existed; should have
known you were trouble from
the beginning but, like
they say, love is blind.

Remember when you flipped
the light switch by the door
shrouding us in moonlit darkness
and I measured your every
move with a lover's desire?

"Damn!" I said aloud, and kicked
the dirt with the toe of my boot;
I fell into your life as if you
were my sovereign, a ruler of
my heart...in time, you were; actually,

From the first night when you
conquered and claimed me and
called my your own until
your request for an answer to
the only question that mattered.

I pulled the bandanna again and,
unknown by me, the envelope
fell to the hard, dry ground...
I wondered if you would be happy
I decided to come see you rather than write.


(painting: Artist unknown, Lovers Under The Desert Sky, 1920s)



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Sunday, May 25, 2014

©HE WAXED HIS SHOULDERS FOR NOTHING
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved



She recoiled when he leaned in to
kiss her the day they were introduced.
Atlantis Paradise Island wasn't the
place to meet men with hairy backs
when she was searching for romance.

Silver moonlight danced on the
shallow water as he gave her a smile
in ignorant bliss. She backed away,
held up one hand to halt his approach.
"You're a magnetically charged crazy!"

He stepped back, tore off his trunks.
She couldn't help but stare; there
was nothing there. She pointed and
screamed. He leapt; released the jewels.
She gasped but knew she would have him.



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