Mimi-Mona Romantic Poetry: Lovers Reuniting, Reuniting, Reuniting

©Lovers Reuniting, Reuniting, Reuniting

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

September 2014

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I wake to find you curled around my heart

your fingerprints and name written across it;

unable to drown you in my morning coffee

I stumble over words to describe our nights,

our afternoons, the way you make me pant

waking me in the middle of the night

hot with desire and want, the way

I scream when you make me come

in the morning as we share our shower.

We laugh and play and strain while

you pull me close to you no matter

how far away I stray, but never with

intentions of truly getting away from you.

I'm no shoeless prophet in some vast,

desolate, empty desert and, yes, I have

walked the fertile soil and sand of

your whispers. The temptation of

the thought of your tongue sends

shivers down my spine as I continue

thinking about how, when friends

ask me about my holiday, I'll smile

and secret my memories. Nostalgia

carries me through the days and nights.

There's a picture in my mind from an old movie—

it's of lovers reuniting —I see you and me

because that's what we remain,

reuniting lovers and, while you're away,

you endure curled around my heart.

You fulfill my longing for

every inch of my skin to by kissed

by your mouth, those mobile lips.

My mind bends at the realization

you have led me to believe... that

all those years building a fortress to

keep you out were in vain. You see

my crocodile tears, the ones I

intended to hide, and you are

confident of my love and the truth

that you continue curled around my heart.

You overwhelm me with love and

thoughtfulness and long-stemmed roses

when we are together; when we are apart,

I shred the shroud of your departure

to guarantee you will return and

we may continue reuniting as lovers.

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: Piel con Piel, Hueso con Hueso (Skin to Skin, Bone to Bone)

©Piel con Piel, Hueso con Hueso

(Skin to Skin, Bone to Bone)

Mona Arizona

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

September 2014

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I think of how your bare skin

Looks next to mine

Piel con piel, hueso con hueso

And I just want to be naked

Emotion in motion

My mind losing all strategy

How do I span the distance

Between your crooked smile

And my impatient lips

I could count the words

You send to me in a day

On the ivories my tongue strokes

After your tongue stops the duel

Translation lost in spoken words

But never in how our bodies speak

Boca de piel desnuda

While your hands hold nothing

But my waist never failing

Never wavering to keep

Me still and standing

My face bent to the cracks

In the wooden floor

Listening to the traffic

On the street below

The open window because

There are no sounds

From you —not yet

Traitorous body can't be bridled

Piel de gallina en mi piel desnuda

Reveals my anticipation

My expectation

My exaltation

Each time you touch me

I am filled with an

Unmistakable feeling of bliss

Felt only with a new love

You understand what I crave —

Sweaty, who-cares-if-someone-

Is-asleep-in-the-next-room-

Take-off-my-clothes-and-

Take-me-now lust —erotic,

Spiritual, emotional, erotic,
Emotion-in-motion,
Make-me-yours,

Piel con piel, hueso con hueso

Translations:

piel con piel, hueso con hueso - skin to skin, bone to bone

boca de piel desnuda - mouth to naked skin

piel de gallina en mi piel desnuda - goose bumps on my naked skin

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Lamenting for My Love

©Lamenting for My Love

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

September 6, 2014

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He had no cage to dance around

Until the hands of the clock aligned

My heart always leaped in

His cardinal direction

Falling asleep and waking

The same time as he

Did I fall into his dreams on

The nights he fell into mine

Did he whisper once

This is not my home

But I will stay as long as I can

Was his suffering worse
Than his dying
He never complained
Tears choked me

Constricted my larynx

My lungs

My heart

Until the pain became so

Unbearable

A silent scream edged through my sobs

I curled my fingers through his fur

His pain wreaked havoc with my soul

I was voiceless next to his moans

My heart rent at our silent good-bye

As his eyes closed

His body relaxed

His last breath

Silently

Expelled

He looked just like he did

When he was

A puppy.

Mimi - Mona Poetry: Good-bye and Amen!

©Good-bye and Amen!

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

September 2014

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Too much complication

Too little conversation

He turned and walked away

And all she could say was

Good-bye and amen

Sitting in this broken-down room

On this tattered chair

Smoking one more cigarette

Soaked with smoke and tears

An almost-empty glass

Reminding her she really didn't drink

Reminding her of their

Not-quite-completed affair

Reminding her how she crawled

Into bed with him

Their fingertips not quite touching

Sharing the same space

Same time but never

Glancing at the clock

Reminding her she almost

Fell in love with him

Now begins the shroud weaving

Scraped knuckles and tiny bruises

Fight the loom's shuttle of Fate

Half-forgotten conversations fade

Warm nostalgia turns cold

Reminding her she's allergic to alcohol

Good-bye and Amen

Mimi and Mona Poetry: Conquering A Goddess

©Conquering A Goddess

Copyright ©Mimi Wolske 2012

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Mimi Wolske – Mona Arizona™

Long, inquisitive fingers steal my breath

As they wander ever stirring desire

In their quest for points of pleasure

That will cause my heart to quicken.

Long, silky tips touching, caressing,

Gently like a whisper over my skin

Leaving more than a sensation when

I feel each digit’s deliberate given movement.

Are you having the vision in your mind, Freja,

My body and the places where desire builds?

Your warm breath on my back when you

Circle my form to claim and brand me

As lost to your goddess wiles of passion.

But, I forever stand as the penetrator who

Shall mark you as conquered and owned

Only first letting you fill your cup of pleasure.

A palm drags across my cheeks as

You circle with approving sighs,

Drawing closer when we meet at last

Face to face, your body no longer flowing

But wrapped intimately…accepting the right to receive,

Then, a lingering kiss given from your fingertips

To the sword that I swear will be sheathed and

Unsheathed until you plead for your release.

Aromas fresh, clean, gentle to my nose

Wreathe us as you join, our bodies intertwined,

Caressing with whispered, intimate promises

That mix with the soft moans and the animal growls,

The gasps of excited carnality in a candle-lit room,

The incense of our bodies that dance in that candle light,

One shadow cast as two align becoming one

Two pieces of the whole reconnecting at long last

The poem I created above was done for "Today's Poetry Challenge" (this poem published 3/30/12):

find the nearest book (of any kind). 

Turn to page 8. 

Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. 

You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

“But having given him the right to receive the pension, I had to wait till the debt was paid off and that is only just done, so that I’ve been unable to send you anything all this time”

This quote is from the top of page 8 of my copy of “Crime and Punishment” by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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Mimi and Mona Poetry - Erotic: As If It Were A Prayer

©As If It Were A Prayer

Mona Arizona

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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You took me to the brink,

to that point where

my eyes rolled back in my head,

I couldn't even remember my name,

my toes curled as if in a spasm,

waves of hot flashes wouldn't stop,

my calves clenched,

my back arched,

I writhed under you

panting and sweating without surcease

because you kept me there,

refused to send me over the wall

into the abyss of ecstasy ...

stop! don't stop! please...stop!

When you finally released me,

the earth turned on its axis;

I shivered and trembled and

cried out your name over and over

as if it were a prayer.

(art by Malcolm T. Liepke)

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: Lovers in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains

©Lovers in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains

Mona Arizona

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

September, 2014

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Cool breezes sneak in through

an open window of our

hotel room in Taos. Somewhere

between your car and the

bedspread, we leave a trail of

discarded clothes and begin nipping

bites on each other's bare skin,

playing at the start —serious

love bites by the time you

draw me onto the king-sized sheets.

Whispering secrets into each other's skin,

telling each other how long it has been,

calling each other pet names,

promising shared fantasies will be fulfilled,

we're voluble lovers starved for

everything the other willingly gives.

You tempt me like a boxer

teased in the ring by the bell —

just one more round...please.

I beg. Our nakedness makes our

sighs and moans sound like music...

we dance, my hands tied

above my head, your fingers

knotted around my hair at the

height of the dance, at the

crescendo of the music, and

you demand me to answer;

Who's your bone daddy, my sex slave?

Muted cries from the ghosts of

past passion join our chorus and

fill the rented room with

the Song of Lovers' Lust

joined by the whisper from the

breezes that sneak in through the

open window of our room

in this artist colony.

You say you like the way

I look, curly hair plastered

to my face, long legs naked

and entwined with yours,

graceful arms with feminine

hands and mobile fingers that

play with the hair on your chest.

Suddenly, we're apart. You say

stay there —don't move. I say

I have to go to the bathroom.

I don't own slippers; I pull

my cowgirl boots on and walk

naked in them to the door.

The breeze from the open window

of our room-for-one-night

in the tributary valley off the Rio Grande

furls my nipples. You chuckle.

I recount each moment of those

earlier hours and the reckless

part of me, that dangerous

voice inside of me, suddenly begs for you.

You knew? You press me against the

door before I can leave that confining

space and you kiss me the way

I was dying to be kissed again,

stretching out the moments

before inevitability sets in

with reality close on its heels.

Any right to refusal was

surrendered years ago when

we gorged ourselves on

desire and protected our emotions

from years of our teeth being cut

on neglect. You whisper my name;

suddenly my sea legs give way

to the weight of love. The way

you kiss my neck, my waist,

my hip bones, my inner thighs...

it is war and it's only

going to end with my

petites morts —thus with a

kiss I die here where

the breeze from the window

blows the curtains and I hear

them dance in our room

where we sever ties with daydreams,

in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

Your mouth makes my body dance...

makes me scream...makes you

cover my mouth with your own.

I scream into it and feel

your lips curve up.

In the middle of this heat wave,

you pull me back to bed. I search

for words that will describe how

your shoulders curve when

you pull me to you, against

the solidity of your strong chest,

but I'm lost in the security of your arms.