Saturday, July 18, 2015

Mimi-Mona Love Poetry: What Are You Doing?

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©WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
MORE OF THE DANCE
WITHIN THE DANCE?
ARE WE ALWAYS
GOING TO MEET ON THIS STAGE?
WILL WE EVER
TAKE OFF THESE COSTUMES?
YOUR SILENCE TOUCHES ME
IN WAYS THAT SEEM
NONSENSICAL
YET IT MAKES SENSE, TOO.
STILL, HERE I AM
WITH ALL MY WORDS
THAT FLOW LIKE WATER
FROM WINTER'S THAWING STREAM
AND I WONDER IF
YOU EVER THINK
SILENCE SHOULD TAKE BOTH,
YOU AND YOUR WORDS.
PLANES JETISON OVERHEAD,
THEIR CHEMTRAILS
A VISIBLE WARNING;
BUT SOME LOOK WITHOUT SEEING.
WILL WE EVER MEET
ANYONE WHO IS CENTERED?
YOU AND I ALWAYS KNOW
WHEN WE DO;
WE ALWAYS FEEL
A KIND OF CALM
EMANATING AND
RETURNING.
SOMETIMES I MIND
THAT STILLNESS FROM YOU;
TEACH ME. I WANT TO DANCE
THAT DANCE WITHIN THE DANCE
WITH YOU FOREVER,
WITHOUT OUR COSTUMES,
WITHOUT A SOUND.

Mimi Wolske
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Friday, July 17, 2015

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: When First They Met by Mona Arizona

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©When First They Met,
she threw her suitcase on the bench,
threw propriety out the fucking door;
fear blending with desire in her throat,
she unfurled what was tightly coiled
for days and then hours on the plane.
He traveled across the room
with an air of authority,
turned, and sat in the provided chair,
legs spread in a V that pointed
to that part of him painfully growing.
Stripping bare at his command,
eyes closed, a nervous smile
plastered as though botoxed
in that obvious state,
she began a dance to the music,
hips swaying, not gyrating, gently,
slowly, in time with a stripper beat.
Heavy breasts marked an aching rhyme,
lower lip between her teeth,
it was then an inner beat,
a primal flash deep from within,
moved forcefully, sensuously.
She took over the room.
It was all or nothing,
answers without any questions,
when she swayed toward
the empty chair, into his arms.
Music quelled but her thrumming
continued as he made the room
and her quake on noisy bed springs.

Mona Arizona
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Sunday, July 12, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry of Love: Premonitory Song




It was me echoing your looks —
look at her, oh wait, look at her,
and look at her, wow...her.
Don’t make me a reflection of yesterday,
gazing into eyes of royalty;
I'm a shining jewel,
one never to be kept,
one loving those heavy breaths 
at my neck, especially
in the middle of the night.
Ignore the clay and
other sculptors will
raise both hands 
to claim and mold.
Turn a half-painted canvas
to the wall
and several artists will
pick up their paints and brushes.
Stop polishing this star
and another master will
embrace the warmth willingly.


©Premonitory Song
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved


(abstract: Lovers, by Marlina Vera)