Ignite your yearn in
That flickering dazzle of
Limpid translucence

©2012 j.a.o.a.

You draw toward me
Gleaming by my moistened sips
Making love to you
©2012 j.a.o.a.

How your star guides me
O’er pining made slight by your
Loving me so much
©2012 j.a.o.a.

Loving you like the
Sea spumes its waves in curvy
Purl-like caresses

©2012 j.a.o.a.

How pleadingly sweet
Your way of looking at me
When I stir your pond

©2012 j.a.o.a.

Here you have me—

Here you have me—
In a gaze of piquant
Blush, and
I kiss you with a
Crooked smile
Feeling your
Parceled sigh
Crease the night
Into a squint and the
Moon squeezes its
Light through
In coy luminescence,
Boastfully swirling a
Porcelain stare
And like a sea wind
Tosses about in a spume
Your eyes cast a look
My way and
I think to myself:
So seamless, the way
My love waxes you
©2012 j.a.o.a.

Softly—

Softly—

She walks toward me
Tiptoeing gently
Afraid she’ll wake me
And flowers of
The misty night sway
Among the lion
Tufts from last year’s
Grassy meadow, and
I sense her mad
Caress reach for me
A millionth time

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© 2012 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

A distant end to end—

A distant end to end—

In the length of
night, dies anxiety and
I find myself wrapped
around the hub of dreams
and a melody of
twinkling stars o’er blue
lulling winds surges
then ebbs at a window where
through crinkling
curtains a light pierces
softly sprawling itself in
falling shades on a
frosted ache smearing
things once seemed forever,
fashioned so love crazy
for my dear. Then, the
moon peers silver o’er her
gaze and she finds me
sojourning amid ancient
thoughts watching youth go
cuddling to the sound of
a brook lapping like a
tired old clock marking
our time to sleep

©2011 j.a.o.a.

You undo—

You undo—

Your hair does like
the ocean undoes itself.
Its calm undulates
unhurriedly then
dives into deep
ringlets of
black mystery o’er
your milk-white breasts
spume expanding
each breath relaxing
in and out nipple-hard.
Summer afire by my kiss

©2011 j.a.o.a.

They would meet at night and—

They would meet at night and—

Only the glimmer of
the distant moon illumined
their doings for
no one but they stirred
about at that hour of
delicacies served and tasty
glistened from tongues
stropping insatiable urges.

They liked the sound of
her petticoat ruffling exigency
and unconstraint obviated
the requirement exacting wild
fantasy manifesting
rhythmic movements of fleshly
hydraulics carrying out
the ritual thrusts reciprocating
to and fro of their prodding craze.

And at the witching hour
her gaze was made a violent glaze
as she took each of
her lovers deep within the
cooing of her and the dimension
As their gasping turned
propulsion aghast when each one
slithered to a wanton wan,
exploding whimper clasping the
spasmodic seize of
her flexing release.

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Idle fancy—

Idle fancy—
And because it is that
I fall in love
By means of my eyes that
I search for a
Tinge of your presence,
The how and
Where of your essence,
The slopes and
Curves that rise and drop
Defining your
Disembodied draping
Imagined predilection, form
Obsession of my creation,
Idea that moves about
Me scenting the
Space about shapeless
Enthrallment of
My whole absorption and
Yet you are fulfilled

©2011 j.a.o.a.

The rule of three—

The rule of three—
Good girls adhere to
Covert cannons that make them
Naughty delicious
©2011 j.a.o.a.

On the bed yes—

On the bed yes—
But sleep not sweet muse
For there is much to do that
Involves vicious heat
©2011 j.a.o.a.

I would like—

I would like—
To write a letter
On a sheet so
White and clear
Freshly
Laid virgin sheer.
Form each word
With brusque strokes
From my
Fountain pen
Tell of things long
And sheen,
Things no one’s ever
Told before:
surreptitious letter
In endless
Sequence of phrases,
Letter of
Suicide eyes run-wild
Passion clung in
The dead of
Night flailing life
With its
Flayed skin
Shown gloriously raw,
Brave soul
Condemned for love
At the place
Where water laps
Sonorous and
River rock
Gleams smooth slick,
Where Aragonite
Crystals form a coral
Trellis bow
Of wind-chime doves
©2008 j.a.o.a.

when you were made—

when you were made—

mounts awakened
valleys, streets and
alleys doused
in sunlight,
chatty brooks sallied
tinseling murmurs
giving passage to this
loveliest season,
and poetry showed me
how you truly are
my maddening reason

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Muse at my evening-

Held-

Birds do it-

On the twelfth-hour—

In the quiet of this hour—