Friday, July 25, 2014

MIMI-MONA Love Poetry: HOW

©How
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
July 2014
All Rights Reserved


Autumn leaves
rustling in the wind
sound like rain drops
puddling on cement
or a room full of metronomes
all keeping rhythm
at different tempos.
All of those remind me
This is how my heart sounds
when we make love.

Love.
So much more than a word
or an emotion.
It is the heart,
the soul,
the essence of life.
I love you
more than I ought to love anyone,
more than is good for me, but never
more than you should be loved.




Sunday, July 20, 2014

Mimi-Mona Poetry - Erotic: OVER THE EDGE or STRATEGIC PHONE CALL

©Over the Edge
or
Strategic Phone Call
Mimi Wolske
July 2014, Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved


The phone rings
She answers
His voice sings
She whispers
"I love you"
He responds
His words woo
Create bonds
Hypnotize
Lustful thoughts
Tantalize
No ersatz
Poetry
He was hot
It was she
was it not
Who could make
The whole room
Crackle, shake
And consume
Both with lust
That made them
Melt and trust
Stratagem
As if they
Once became
Dali's shay
And her swain
Becoming one
With painted
Illusion
Untainted
Making more
Of breakfast
Than before
Surrealist
Love could wait
Heat cook roast
Immulate
More than toast