Mimi-Mona Poetry

© I Forget how to breathe, especially when

your tongue shoves love down my throat

I gag because I can only write L-O-V-E

across your heart with permanent marker

 

by Mimi Wolske

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© I Fell

hard

and I'm drowning —

just because

you fill a hole

with crap

doesn't mean

it wasn't there once

by Mimi Wolske

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© Not Enough

to know

I prefer Earl Grey

when picking

up the shattered,

splattered,

shredded mess

called my heart

from your first 

knowing stare

by Mimi Wolske

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Mimi-Mona Poetry: Nude Smiles

©NUDE SMILES

Mimi Wolske

January 2015

Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™

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Fire in our bed,

sheets afire,

and the pillows,

bodies, too.

Touch of music

on our skin.

Fire from within

comes and howls

like a wolf.

Weird together

twice each year,

collecting that

next kiss...

like a last breath...

before sleep.

Sex-worn flesh,

the wearers

of lust, of

bonding—

almost bondage.

A gazer's

sequestration

of nude smiles;

arcing dancers

on forever

rented beds.

Action-packed

superman and

wonder woman...

significance glanced.

Cities brighten

unbridled dreams...

destiny—  desire.

Pizza box collections,

side of porn flakes.

Laughing kisses;

shortened horns;

blended summers

and fulfilling falls.

Role-antic memories.

(painting: patterned sheets by Malcolm T. Liepke)

(poetry - From (Mis)Adventures in Poetry by D.A. Powell)

Mimi-Mona Romantic Poetry: Patches of Nepal and Memories

©Patches of Nepal and Memories

Mimi Wolske, November 2014

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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I wore my purple and blue jacket this morning;

the one we saw at the open-air market,

that drew me like a lode stone; the one from Nepal.

I wish you could have been here, seen my happiness,

my surprise when the box arrived. I opened it

and wore the hand-made garment immediately.

Closing my eyes, wrapping my fingers about my

elbows, memories of our time together rushed

in with all the passionate desire I felt then,

with promises of its return each time I wear

the colorful patches of our love from Nepal.