MIMI-MONA Love Poetry: HOW

©How

Mimi Wolske

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

July 2014

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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.

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™

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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